MUSKERRY
You shall not. You shall not, I say.
TOURNOUR
What?
MUSKERRY
You shall not go away until you've apologised to me.
TOURNOUR
Don't be talking, Thomas Muskerry. You're not Master over me.
MUSKERRY
Not the Master over you?
TOURNOUR
No. There's an end to your sway, Mr. Muskerry.
MUSKERRY Go out of the house. No, stay here. You think I'm out of the Workhouse. No. That's not so. I've claims, great claims, on it still. Not for nothing was I there for thirty years, the pattern for the officials of Ireland.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years, I'm telling you.
MUSKERRY
The Guardians will take account of me.
TOURNOUR
And maybe they would, too.