CHRISTY
Why not, Mister Muskerry?
MUSKERRY
That man would break bounds and stay away.
CHRISTY
Do you think he would?
MUSKERRY He'd fly off, like the woodquest flying away from the tame pigeons.
CHRISTY He and his brother had a farm between them. His brother was married, and one day the brother told Myles to go to Dublin to see a comrade of his who was sick. Myles was home in a week, and when he came back he found that his brother had sold the place and was gone out of the country.
MUSKERRY
His brother did wrong, but he didn't do so much wrong to
Myles Gorman.
CHRISTY
How is that, Mister Muskerry?
MUSKERRY He sent Myles Gorman to his own life. He's a man who went his own way always; a man who never had any family nor any affairs; a man far different from me, Christy Clarke. I was always in the middle of affairs. Then, too, I busied myself about other people. It was for the best, I think; but that's finished. On the desk under your hand is a letter, and I want you to bring it to me.
CHRISTY (going through papers idly) "I am much obliged for your favour—"
MUSKERRY
That's not it.