“Leave that entirely in my hands,” said Dr. O’Grady. “It’ll be perfectly all right.”
“That’s what you’re always saying,” said Doyle sulkily. “‘It’ll be all right. It’ll be all right.’ Haven’t you been saying it to me for the last two years? ‘All right,’ says you, and, ‘It’s all right,’ whenever the money you owe me is mentioned.”
“More shame for you then, Doyle, for mentioning it so often. I wouldn’t say ‘All right’ or anything else about it if you didn’t force me to.”
“I’m dead sick of your ‘All rights’ anyway,” said Doyle.
“Be quiet now,” said Father McCormack. “Isn’t the doctor doing the best he can for you? Is it his fault that the Lord-Lieutenant isn’t here?”
“If you’ll only stop growling, Doyle, and co-operate with me in bringing off the day’s entertainment successfully——”
“Surely to goodness, O’Grady, you’re not going on with the statue farce?”
“Of course I am. The only chance we have now of getting the money——”
“It’s a damned poor chance,” said Doyle.
“On the contrary,” said Dr. O’Grady, “it’s a remarkably good chance. Don’t you see that if we unveil the statue successfully, in spite of the way, the really scandalous way, the Lord-Lieutenant has treated us——”