I’m sure of it.
Macphail.
Eh, I’m glad you think I’m quick.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Why?
Macphail.
Because Ballocheevin—that’s our place, you understand—Ballocheevin is enough to soften a lad’s brain.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Then why hide your light at Ballocheevin?
Macphail.