SHANLEY He was at the altar to-day, and he stayed in the chapel after Mass.
CRIPES
He'll be here shortly.
THE OLD MAN Skibbereen! That's where the people died when there was the hunger. Men and women without coffins, or even their clothes off. Just buried. Skibbereen I remember well, for I was a whole man then. And the village. For there are people living in it yet. They didn't all die.
SHANLEY
We'll have somebody else in the Select Ward this evening.
CRIPES That's what they were talking about. The nuns are sending a patient up here.
SHANLEY I suppose the Ward-master will be in here to regulate the room. (He rises)
CRIPES Aye, the Ward-master. Felix Tournour, the Ward-master. You've come to your own place at last, Felix Tournour.
SHANLEY Felix Tournour will be coming the master over me if he finds me here. (Shanley goes out)
CRIPES Felix Tournour! That's the lad that will be coming in with his head up like the gander that's after beating down a child.
Christy Clarice enters. He carries a little portmanteau.