MUSKERRY
This Nancy girl is looking remarkably well. (He turns to
Mrs. Crilly) Well, ma'am, and how are you? I've written that letter
for that rascally Albert.
He leaves his stick on table and goes to desk. Mrs. Crilly watches him. Anna comes to her. Muskerry addresses an envelope with some labour. Mrs. Crilly notices a tress of Anna's hair falling down. Anna kneels down beside her. She takes off Anna's cap, settles up the hair, and puts the cap on again. Having addressed the envelope, Muskerry holds up a piece of wax to the gas. He seals the letter then holds it out.
MUSKERRY Here's the letter now, and maybe it's the last thing I can do for any of ye.
MRS. CRILLY
You are very good.
Muskerry goes to them.
MUSKERRY
In season and out of season I've put myself at your service.
I can do no more for ye.
She takes the letter from him. His resentment is breaking down. He
sits on chair beside armchair. He speaks in a reconciling tone.
MUSKERRY
You're looking well, Marianne,
MRS. CRILLY
I'm beginning to be well again.
MUSKERRY
And the infant? What age is he now?