Fardy: You needn’t go far. There is the church beyond at the side of the Square. Go round to the ditch behind the wall—there’s nettles in it.
Hyacinth: That’ll do.
Fardy: She’s coming out—run! run!
Hyacinth: (Runs a step or two.) It’s slipping!
Fardy: Hoist it up! I’ll give it a hoist! (Halvey runs out.)
Mrs. Delane: (Calling out.) What are you doing Fardy Farrell? Is it idling you are?
Fardy: Waiting I am, ma’am, for the message——
Mrs. Delane: Never mind the message yet. Who said it was ready? (Going to door.) Go ask for the loan of—no, but ask news of—Here, now go bring that bag of Mr. Halvey’s to the lodging Miss Joyce has taken——
Fardy: I will, ma’am. (Takes bag and goes out.)
Mrs. Delane: (Coming out with a telegram in her hand.) Nobody here? (Looks round and calls cautiously.) Mr. Quirke! Mr. Quirke! James Quirke!