Danny [Rises—picks up cloak.] Oh, the darlin’ crature! would I harrum a hair of her blessed head?—no! Not unless you gave me that glove, and den I’d jump into the bottomless pit for ye.
[Exit Danny, R. Music—change.
SCENE II.—Room in Mrs. Cregan’s house; window, R., in flat, backed by landscape; door, L., in flat; backed by interior. Lights up.
Enter Anne Chute, L. in flat.
Anne That fellow runs in my head. [Looking at window.] There he is in the garden, smoking like a chimney-pot. [Calls.] Mr. Daly!
Kyrle [Outside window.] Good morning!
Anne [Aside.] To think he’d smile that way, after going Leandering all night like a dissipated young owl. [Aloud.] Did you sleep well? [Aside.] Not a wink, you villain, and you know it.
Kyrle I slept like a top.
Anne [Aside.] I’d like to have the whipping of ye. [Aloud.] When did you get back?
Kyrle Get back! I’ve not been out.