“Now, you listen to me first!” he said when Soane had entered and he had closed the door behind them. “You keep out of my apartment and out of Dulcie’s way, too, when you’re drunk! You’re not going to last very long on this job; I can see that plainly——”
“Faith, sorr, you’re right! I’m fired out entirely this blessed minute!”
“You’ve been discharged?”
“I have that, sorr!”
“What for? Drunkenness?”
“Th’ divil do I know phwat for! Wisha, then, Misther Barres, is there anny harrm av a man——”
“Yes, there is! I told you Grogan’s would do the trick for you. Now you’re discharged without a reference, I suppose.”
Soane smiled airily:
“Misther Barres, dear, don’t lave that worrit ye! I want no riference from anny landlord. Sure, landlords is tyrants, too! An’ phwat the divil should I be wantin’——”