MUSKERRY
I'm as well as ever I was.
MRS. CRILLY
Others do not think so.
MUSKERRY I suppose you heard I was late a few mornings. No matter for that. I'm as well as ever I was. No more talk about it; I'm going on with the work. (He rises and goes over to desk)
MRS. CRILLY I'm sorry to say that no one else thinks as well of you as you do yourself.
MUSKERRY
Well, I'll hear no more about it, and that's enough about it.
Why isn't Albert Crilly here?
MRS. CRILLY
Well, he was here, and he is coming back.
MUSKERRY I'll want him. (He takes up a card left on the desk. He turns round and reads)—"You have let the Guardians pay for a hundred tons. James Covey delivered only fifty tons of coal." Who left this here?
MRS. CRILLY
I suppose Albert left it for you.
MUSKERRY The impudent rascal. How dare he address himself like that to me? (He throws card on table)
MRS. CRILLY
Perhaps he found something out in the books.