[Enter Denis.
Den. Well, Bridget?
Brid. It isn’t well at all, brother Denis.
Den. Where’s Patrick?
Brid. Ax me something aisier. Down to Casey’s, I suppose, setting on top av a beer keg an’ swaring that he’s the man that’s going to put Cleveland out av the White House.
Den. On a drunk again?
Brid. Whin isn’t he on a drunk? Shure I’d be afther fearing that he was ill if he should come home sober.
Den. It’s a bad business, Bridget.
Brid. Ye are right. Ye see he’s got his head crammed wid politics.
Den. Politics, is it?