Dr. Thorne (steps forward; speaks). Why, Jerry! How are you, Jerry? (Holds out his hand heartily.)
Jerry (staring). Sinsible saints, and silly sinners! Doctor Thorne?... Why, I thought you was dead. Hilloa, Doctor! (Grasps the doctor’s hand, and shakes it violently. Then meditatively.) Ye took a t’orn out av me eye onct, and div-niver a cint did ye charrge for ’t.
Dr. Thorne. What are you doing here, Jerry? How did you get here?
Jerry. I was knocked down by a blame bicycle underneat’ a murdherin’ trolley car. Nixt I know I don’t know nothin’, an’ now, behold me, I’m let loose loafin’ in this quaer counthree.
Dr. Thorne. Not drunk, were you, Jerry?
Jerry (shaking his head gravely). I shwore off, Doctor. I shwore off t’ree years ago. Me little gurrl she give me no repose till I shwore off.... She died jist av the hospittle, did me little gurrl.... Say, Doctor, do ye know what’s the thramp laws in this counthree?
Enter Norah hastily.
Norah. Doctor—Doctor Thorne? Have you seen—oh, there he is! There’s me father! Why, Father, Father dear! (Caresses Jerry affectionately.)
Jerry. Och! wisha, wisha! Norah, me darlint! (Returns her caresses tenderly.) What luck for the likes of us arrivin’ emigrants thegither in this agra-able counthree!
Norah (puts her arm in his). Come yonder wid me, Father. (Draws him away.)