DEVLIN To write a letter of introduction for this poor man here. He's lookin' for work, and I want to help him to get it.
DRISCOLL
Then I'll give them to you with pleasure.
[Exit.
DEVLIN You needn't worry any more. I'll get a job for you. Micky and myself are old friends. He buried my father and mother and all belongin' to me. And although I do say it myself, there isn't a better undertaker from here to Dublin. He's as good a judge of a dead man as any one you ever met, and could measure the size of a coffin without using the tape at all. [Enter Driscoll.
DRISCOLL (as he places writing materials on the table) Here's the writing material, and may good luck attend you.
DEVLIN
Thank you, very much. (To Falvey) Now to business.
[They both sit at the table, and Devlin commences to write.
Deadwoman's Hill,
Goulnaspurra.
Dear Mr. Cassily:
I have the hon—how's that you spell honour?—h-o-n-n-o-u-r, of course. Yes, that's right. I have the honour, and likewise the (pauses) unprecedented—that's not an easy word to spell—u-n-p-r-ee-s-c-ee-d-e-n-t-e-d—that wasn't such a hard word after all, and it looks fine in print (repeats) unprecedented and the great pleasure—that spells p-l-e-a-s-u-r—of introducing, that's a stumbler of a word,—i-n-t-r-d—(to Falvey) Can you spell the rest of it?