MUSKERRY
I would not have done it, Tournour.
TOURNOUR No. And still, d'ye see, I'm up and not down. Well, I'll be going.
MUSKERRY
Come back here, Tournour. I made it a rule that no
Ward-master should let drink be brought in to the paupers.
TOURNOUR
It's a pity you're not Master still!
MUSKERRY
What are you saying?
TOURNOUR
It's a pity that you're not still the Master over us.
MUSKERRY
Tournour, you're forgetting yourself.
TOURNOUR
Well, maybe you are still the Master.
MUSKERRY
How dare you speak to me with such effrontery? How dare you?
TOURNOUR I dunno. I'm going away now, if your honour has nothing more to say to me. (He turns to go)