SERGEANT. [Puts testimonials in his pocket.] I will go now and engage those lads—sixpence each, and well worth it—nothing like an example for the rural classes.
[Goes off, Hyacinth feebly trying to detain him.
MRS. DELANE. A very nice man, indeed. A little high up in himself, maybe. I'm not one that blames the police. Sure they have their own bread to earn like every other one. And indeed it is often they will let a thing pass.
MR. QUIRKE. [Gloomily.] Sometimes they will, and more times they will not.
MISS JOYCE. And where will you be finding a lodging, Mr. Halvey?
HYACINTH. I was going to ask that myself, ma'am. I don't know the town.
MISS JOYCE. I know of a good lodging, but it is only a very good man would be taken into it.
MRS. DELANE. Sure there could be no objection there to Mr. Halvey. There is no appearance on him but what is good, and the sergeant after taking him up the way he is doing.
MISS JOYCE. You will be near to the sergeant in the lodging I speak of. The house is convenient to the barracks.
HYACINTH. [Doubtfully.] To the barracks?