“I wouldn’t be minding myself what you said,” said Kerrigan, “knowing well that you wouldn’t be meaning any harm, whatever it was; though the girl’s no match for him, and I wouldn’t care for him to be carrying on with her, when it’s a girl with a fortune he ought to get, and what’s more, can get, whenever I choose to ask for her. But I wouldn’t pay any attention to what was put out about him and Mary Ellen. I’m only telling you so as you’d know why it is that the boy’s mind is riz against you.”
“What nonsense! Everybody in the place knows that it’s Constable Moriarty who’s after the girl.”
“It’s just that that’s troubling the boy. On account of Constable Moriarty being a comrade of his; so that he wouldn’t like him to be thinking—— But sure, I’ll fetch him for you, if you like.”
Young Kerrigan appeared a few minutes later. His father did not come back with him. He may have felt it necessary, in the interests of his business, to go on skinning the sheep. It was evident at once that the young man was in a bad temper, but Dr. O’Grady did not mean to waste time in explanations if he could possibly help it.
“Listen to me, Kerrigan,” he said, “do you know this tune?”
He whistled “Rule Britannia” slowly and distinctly.
“I do not know it,” said young Kerrigan, “nor I don’t want to.”
Dr. O’Grady whistled it through again.
“It’s a good tune,” he said. “It would be a nice one for the band to learn.”
“It would not.”