Ber. [Jumps up—goes to O’Grady.] Insulted you? insulted the wife of Bernard McFlynn, Engineer of the Morgue! [Takes off coat.] Sit you down, Ellen. I will attend to this matter myself.
[Fights with O’Grady; Ellen joins in, and they throw him out of the window; Bernard comes down, sits at table, and Ellen prepares supper.
Ber. Now, Ellen, get me my supper, and get me the black bottle from under the piano. I’ll have to make a speech to-night, and I want my throat clear. [Reads paper; baby cries.] Damn that baby!
Ellen. Oh, Bernard, sure and the baby can’t help it; don’t be so cross, and eat your supper, that’s a good man.
Ber. Supper, is it? And what have you got for supper?
Ellen. Well, I’ve got some nice pork, and——
Ber. (Excitedly.) Ellen, do you think I’m a sausage machine, to be grinding up pork every day? No, Mrs. McFlynn, I’ll not do it!
Ellen. Well, what would you like? How would some canary bird eyes and pigeon milk suit you? Or would you rather have a bird of paradise on toast?
[Sits at table.