O'FLAHERTY. Finely, thank God. [He produces a gold chain.] Look what I've brought you, Tessie.
TERESA [shrinking]. Sure I don't like to touch it, Denny. Did you take it off a dead man?
O'FLAHERTY. No: I took it off a live one; and thankful he was to me to be alive and kept a prisoner in ease and comfort, and me left fighting in peril of my life.
TERESA [taking it]. Do you think it's real gold, Denny?
O'FLAHERTY. It's real German gold, anyhow.
TERESA. But German silver isn't real, Denny.
O'FLAHERTY [his face darkening]. Well, it's the best the Bosh could do for me, anyhow.
TERESA. Do you think I might take it to the jeweller next market day and ask him?
O'FLAHERTY [sulkily]. You may take it to the divil if you like.
TERESA. You needn't lose your temper about it. I only thought I'd like to know. The nice fool I'd look if I went about showing off a chain that turned out to be only brass!