[Takes keg—Myles takes jugs—Sheelah kettle.
Hard Sheelah, I say!
[Exeunt Father Tom and Myles, R. U. E., quickly.
Sheelah Comin’, Sir, I’m puttin’ on my petticoat.
[Exit Sheelah, R. U. E., quickly.
Enter Hardress and Danny, L. U. E. opening—Danny immediately goes off, R. U. E.
Eily [C.] Oh, Hardress, asthore?
Hard [L. C.] Don’t call me by those confounded Irish words—what’s the matter? you’re trembling like a bird caught in a trap.
Eily Am I, mavou—no I mean—is it tremblin’ I am, dear?
Hard What a dreadful smell of tobacco there is here, and the fumes of whisky punch, too; the place smells like a shebeen. Who has been here?