Conan: I tell you I have things to settle and
to say before the car will come that is to bring me
on my road to Dublin.
Celia: (Stopping short.) Is it that you are going
to Dublin?
Conan: I am, and within the hour.
Celia: Pull off those boots from your feet!
Conan: I will not! Let you leave my boots
alone!
Celia: You are not going out of the house with
that slovenly appearance on you! To have it said
out in Dublin that you are a class of man never has
clean boots but of a Sunday!
Conan: They'll do well enough without you
meddling!
Celia: Clean them yourself so! (Gives him a
rag and blacking and goes on dusting.)
(Sings.) (Air, "City of Sligo.")
"We may tramp the earth