CRILLY
Who's that in the shop, Albert?
ALBERT
Felix Tournour.
CRILLY (rising) I wonder what they think about Scollard in the Poor-house. (He and Albert go into the shop as Muskerry enters from left)
Muskerry is untidily dressed. His boots are unlaced. He walks across the room and speaks pettishly.
MUSKERRY They haven't brought my soup yet. They won't give much of their time to me. I'm disappointed in Anna Crilly. Well, a certain share in this shop was to have gone to Anna Crilly. I'll get that share, and I'll hoard it up myself. I'll hoard it up. And the fifty pounds of my pension, I'll hoard that up, too.
Albert comes in from shop.
MUSKERRY That's a black fire that's in the grate. I don't like the coal that comes into this place.
ALBERT
Coal, eh, grandpapa.
MUSKERRY
I said coal.
ALBERT
We haven't good stores here.