Mary. Sure he meant it as a compliment.
Brid. Oh, he did, did he?
Mary. Yis, and he said that he couldn’t tell you from me widout a telescope. He said that it was wonderful how you concealed your good looks.
Brid. Well, there’s some good in the lad yet, and——
[Enter Bernard O’Rielly at door.
Ber. Bridget?
Brid. Yis, Bernard.
Ber. Take off me ulster, and bring me me smokin’ jacket. [Takes off ragged coat and dons linen duster much worn, which Bridget brings him.
Brid. Are yez hungry, ould man?