ALBERT
What time was he up this morning?
TOURNOUR He was late enough. He wasn't up in time to come to Mass with us.
ALBERT
The old man will get into trouble.
TOURNOUR
If the nuns hear about it.
ALBERT
He'll have to give the whole thing up soon.
TOURNOUR He's well off that can get somebody else to do the work for him. (He continues to sweep towards corridor)
ALBERT Tournour, you're a damned clever fellow. I heard a piece of yours yesterday that I thought was damned good.
TOURNOUR
Was it a rhyme?
ALBERT
It was something called "The Devil's Rambles."
TOURNOUR (taking a step towards him) Don't let the boss hear, and I'll tell it to you, Mr. Albert. (He holds the brush in his hands and is about to begin the recitation when Crofton Crilly enters from the Master's apartments. Crofton Crilly has a presentable appearance. He is big and well made, has a fair beard and blue eyes. A pipe is always in his mouth. He is a loiterer, a talker, a listener)