HYACINTH. It's [fingers it] a sheep, sure enough——
FARDY. Well, what ails you that you can't bring it away?
HYACINTH. It's a dead one——
FARDY. What matter if it is?
HYACINTH. If it was living I could drive it before me——
FARDY. You could. Is it to your own lodging you would drive it? Sure every one would take it to be a pet you brought from Carrow.
HYACINTH. I suppose they might.
FARDY. Miss Joyce sending in for news of it and it bleating behind the bed.
HYACINTH. [Distracted.] Stop! stop!
MRS. DELANE. [From upper window.] Fardy! Are you there, Fardy Farrell?