Land. Mrs. McFlynn, this is the last time I will call on you for the rent; I have been put off with promises once too often, and if you don’t pay up to-morrow you will have to leave.
Ellen. Leave, is it? Sure and it’s that same thing we intend to do. And it’s not heard you have of the position Bernard has got?
Land. Position! What position!
Ellen. Sure and he has been elected Engineer of the Morgue by a large majority, and we intend to leave your dirty hovel and move up on Lexicon avenue in the morning. Now, Mr. O’Grady, put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Land. Perhaps you will and perhaps you won’t. Engineer or no engineer, he can’t beat me.
Ellen. [Jumping up excitedly.] Beat, is it? You want a beating? Well, Mr. O’Grady, let me inform you that I can give you all the beating you want myself.
[Strikes at him. Biz ad lib. Throws loaf of bread at him. O’Grady dodges it and it hits Bernard, who is just entering C. D.
Ber. [Tipsy.] And is this the way you amuse yourself during my absence? Do you think I have nothing to do but buy bread for you to be firing round in that way? After a while you will be wanting plum pudding, or poie to be playing base ball with? What’s all this row about, anyhow?
[Staggers back and falls in the cradle. Baby cries. Ellen runs over to cradle and takes up baby.
Ellen. This dirty spalpeen came in here and insulted me.