MUSKERRY
I said coal.

ALBERT
We haven’t good stores here.

MUSKERRY
Confound you for your insolence.

ALBERT
Somebody you know is in the shop—­Felix Tournour.

MUSKERRY
Bid Tournour come in to me.

ALBERT (talking into the shop) You’re wanted here, Tournour.  Come in now or I’ll entertain the boss with “The Devil’s Rambles.” (He turns to Muskerry) I was given the job of stocktaking.

MUSKERRY
That’s a matter for yourself.

ALBERT
I don’t think I’ll take the job now.

MUSKERRY
Why won’t you take it?

ALBERT
I don’t know what to say about the fifty tons of coal.

MUSKERRY
I was too precipitate about the coal.  But don’t have me at
the loss of fifty pounds through any of your smartness.

ALBERT
All right, grandfather; I’ll see you through.

MUSKERRY
Confound you for a puppy.

  Felix Tournour enters.  He looks prosperous.  He has on a loud check
  suit.  He wears a red tie and a peaked cap.

ALBERT
The Master wants to speak to you, Tournour.

TOURNOUR
What Master.

ALBERT
The boss, Tournour, the boss.

MUSKERRY
I want you, and that’s enough for you, Tournour.

ALBERT
I suppose you don’t know, grandpapa, that Tournour has a
middling high position in the Poorhouse now.

MUSKERRY
What are you saying?

ALBERT
Tournour is Ward-master now.

MUSKERRY
I wasn’t given any notice of that.

ALBERT
Eh, Tournour—­

  “The Devil went out for a ramble at night,
  Through Garrisowen Union to see every sight. 
  He saw Felix Tournour—­”

TOURNOUR

  “He saw one in comfort, of that you’ll be sure. 
  With his back to the fire stands Felix Tournour,”

  He puts his back to fire.

ALBERT
Well, so-long, gents. (He goes out by shop door)

MUSKERRY
Let me see you, Tournour.

TOURNOUR
I’m plain to be seen.

MUSKERRY
Who recommended you for Ward-master?

TOURNOUR
Them that had the power.

MUSKERRY
I would not have done it, Tournour.

TOURNOUR
No.  And still, d’ye see, I’m up and not down.  Well, I’ll be
going.

MUSKERRY
Come back here, Tournour.  I made it a rule that no
Ward-master should let drink be brought in to the paupers.

TOURNOUR
It’s a pity you’re not Master still!

MUSKERRY
What are you saying?

TOURNOUR
It’s a pity that you’re not still the Master over us.

MUSKERRY
Tournour, you’re forgetting yourself.

TOURNOUR
Well, maybe you are still the Master.

MUSKERRY
How dare you speak to me with such effrontery?  How dare you?