CHRISTY
He goes out for a walk in the country. (Tournour makes a
leer of contempt) Do you never go for a walk in the country, Felix
Tournour?
TOURNOUR They used to take me out for walks when I was a little fellow, but they never got me out into the country since.
CHRISTY I suppose, now that you're in the porter's lodge, you watch every one that goes up and down the road?
TOURNOUR
It gratifies me to do so—would you believe that now?
CHRISTY
You know a lot, Felix Tournour.
TOURNOUR We're told to advance in knowledge, young fellow. How long is Tom Muskerry the Master of Garrisowen Workhouse?
CHRISTY
Thirty years this spring.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years.
CHRISTY
He's here thirty years according to the books.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years.