ANNA Grandfather goes to Martin's cottage nearly every evening, and stays there for hours. They'll be leaving the place in a year or two, and Grandfather was saying that he would take the cottage when he retired from the Workhouse.
MRS. CRILLY
When did you hear this?
ANNA
This evening. Delia Martin told me.
MRS. CRILLY And that's the reason why he has kept away from us. He goes to strangers, and leaves us in black ignorance of his thought.
Crilly and Albert are busy at desk.
CRILLY
Well, damn it all—
ALBERT
Here's the voucher.
CRILLY
God! I don't know what's to be done.
ALBERT
It's a matter of fifty tons.
Albert turns round deliberately, leaving his father going through the papers in desperate eagerness. Albert takes a cigarette from behind his ear, takes a match-box from his waistcoat pocket, and strikes a light. He goes towards door of apartments. Mrs. Crilly rises.