HYACINTH. That'll do.
FARDY. She's coming out—run! run!
HYACINTH. [Runs a step or two.] It's slipping!
FARDY. Hoist it up. I'll give it a hoist!
[Halvey runs out.
MRS. DELANE. [Calling out.] What are you doing, Fardy Farrell? Is it idling you are?
FARDY. Waiting I am, ma'am, for the message——
MRS. DELANE. Never mind the message yet. Who said it was ready? [Going to door.] Go ask for the loan of—no, but ask news of—Here, now go bring that bag of Mr. Halvey's to the lodging Miss Joyce has taken——
FARDY. I will, ma'am. [Takes bag and goes out.
MRS. DELANE. [Coming out with a telegram in her hand.] Nobody here? [Looks round and calls cautiously.] Mr. Quirke! Mr. Quirke! James Quirke!