MR. QUIRKE. The blessing of the poor on you!
HYACINTH. I put it out of sight——
MR. QUIRKE. The blessing of my five children——
HYACINTH. I may as well say nothing——
MRS. DELANE. Let you be quiet now, Quirke. Here's the sergeant coming to search the shop——
[Sergeant comes in. Quirke leaves go of Halvey, who arranges his hat, etc.
SERGEANT. The department to blazes!
MRS. DELANE. What is it is putting you out?
SERGEANT. To go to the train to meet the lecturer, and there to get a message through the guard that he was unavoidably detained in the South, holding an inquest on the remains of a drake.
MRS. DELANE. The lecturer, is it?