MRS. DELANE. Indeed, I am thinking it will be long before you will get the like of it, Fardy Farrell.
FARDY. If I had the like of that of a character it is not here carrying messages I would be. It's in Noonan's Hotel I would be, driving cars.
MR. QUIRKE. Here is the priest's housekeeper coming.
MRS. DELANE. So she is; and there is the sergeant a little while after her.
[Enter Miss Joyce.
MRS. DELANE. Good evening to you, Miss Joyce. What way is his reverence to-day? Did he get any ease from the cough?
MISS JOYCE. He did not, indeed, Mrs. Delane. He has it sticking to him yet. Smothering he is in the night-time. The most thing he comes short in is the voice.
MRS. DELANE. I am sorry, now, to hear that. He should mind himself well.
MISS JOYCE. It's easy to say let him mind himself. What do you say to him going to the meeting to-night?
[Sergeant comes in.