[Exit.
DEVLIN (to Falvey, who is still eating his loaf of bread)
Good mornin', stranger.
FALVEY
Good mornin' and good luck, sir.
DEVLIN
'Tis a fine mornin'.
FALVEY
A glorious mornin', thank God.
DEVLIN
Is that your breakfast that you're eatin'?
FALVEY Indeed it is, stranger, and maybe my dinner and supper too.
DEVLIN
'Tis the hell of a thing to be poor.
FALVEY
Sure 'tis myself that knows it.
DEVLIN And 'tis as bad to be rich and not to be able to get any of your money like myself.