MRS. CRILLY
Little Joseph is ten months old.
MUSKERRY
I dreamt of him last night. I thought Joseph became a bishop.
He ought to be reared for the Church, Marianne. Well, well, I've
nothing more to do with that. (He settles himself in the armchair)
Did Christy Clarke bring in the papers?
ANNA
Christy Clarke hasn't been here at all, grandpapa.
MUSKERRY Stand here till I look at you Nancy. (Anna comes left of stove) I wouldn't be surprised if you were the best-looking girl in the town, Nancy.
ANNA (without any coquettishness) Anna Crilly is riot going into competition with the others. (She wraps the muffler round him, then kisses him) Good night, grandpapa. (She goes out by corridor door)
MRS. CRILLY
Thank you for the letter for Albert.
MUSKERRY I think, Marianne, it's the last thing I can do for you or yours.
MRS. CRILLY Well, we can't tell a bad story of you, and things are well with us.
MUSKERRY I'm glad to hear that. I was thinking of going to see you next week.
MRS. CRILLY
Come to dinner on Sunday. We are having a lamb.