MISS JOYCE. Are you here, Mrs. Delane? Where, can you tell me, is Mr. Halvey?
MRS. DELANE. [Coming out dressed.] It's likely he is gone on to the court-house. Did you hear he is to be in the chair and to make an address to the meeting?
MISS JOYCE. He is getting on fast. His reverence says he will be a good help in the parish. Who would think, now, there would be such a godly young man in a little place like Carrow!
[Enter Sergeant in a hurry, with telegram.
SERGEANT. What time did this telegram arrive, Mrs. Delane?
MRS. DELANE. I couldn't be rightly sure, Sergeant. But sure it's marked on it, unless the clock I have is gone wrong.
SERGEANT. It is marked on it. And I have the time I got it marked on my own watch.
MRS. DELANE. Well, now, I wonder none of the police would have followed you with it from the barracks—and they with so little to do——
SERGEANT. [Looking in at Quirke's shop.] Well, I am sorry to do what I have to do, but duty is duty.
[He ransacks shop. Mrs. Delane looks on. Mr. Quirke puts his head out of window.