He appeared to be addressing himself particularly to Major Kent, whom he evidently regarded as, next to the doctor, the chief conspirator. The Major disliked being abused. He also shrank from complicated situations. He foresaw that an argument with Gallagher about a tune which might be played if the Lord-Lieutenant did not fail to keep his appointment, was likely to be a confused and highly complex business. He touched his pony with the whip and drove away in the direction of Doyle’s yard, where he usually put up his trap.
“Have sense, Thady,” said Father McCormack appealingly.
“I will not have sense,” said Gallagher. “Why would I have sense when——”
“Did you speak to the doctor?” said Doyle.
“I did not, but if I had——”
“The Lord save us and deliver us,” said Doyle in despair. “He’s gone, the way the Major said he would.”
“What are you talking about?” said Gallagher. “The doctor’s shaving himself.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“I am sure. Didn’t I go through the house till I found him? Didn’t I open the door of the room he was in? Didn’t I see him standing there with a razor in his hand?”
“And what did he say to you, Thady? Did he tell you——”