Mrs. Broderick.  And an educated woman along with that.  A man of his sort, going to be Clerk of the Union and to be taken up with books and papers, it’s likely he’d die in a week, he to marry a dunce.

Bartley Fallon: So it’s likely he would.

Mrs. Broderick: A little shop they are saying she will take, for to open a flour store, and you to be keeping the accounts, the way you would not spend any waste time.

Hyacinth Halvey: I have no mind to be settling myself down yet a while.  I might maybe take a ramble here or there.  There’s many of my comrades in the States.

Mrs. Broderick: To go away from Cloon, is it?  And why would you think to do that, and the whole town the same as a father and mother to you?  Sure, the sergeant would live and die with you, and there are no two from this to Galway as great as yourself and the priest.  To see you coming up the street, and your Dublin top-coat around you, there are some would give you a salute the same nearly as the Bishop.

Peter Tannian: They wouldn’t do that maybe and they hearing things as I heard them.

Hyacinth Halvey: What things?

Peter Tannian: There was a herd passing through from Carrow.  It
is what I heard him saying------

Mrs. Broderick: You heard nothing of Mr. Halvey, but what is worthy of him.  But that’s the way always.  The most thing a man does, the less he will get for it after.

Peter Tannian: A grand place in Carrow I suppose you had?

Hyacinth Halvey: I had plenty of places.  Giving out proclamations—­attending waterworks——.

Mrs. Broderick: It is well fitted for any place he is, and all that was written around him and he coming into Cloon.

Peter Tannian: Writing is easy.

Mrs. Broderick: Look at him since he was here, this twelvemonth back, that he never went into a dance-house or stood at a cross-road, and never lost a half-an-hour with drink.  Made no blunder, made no rumours.  Whatever could be said of his worth, it could not be too well said.

Hyacinth Halvey: Do you think now, ma’am, would it be any harm I to go spend a day or maybe two days out of this—­I to go on the train——.

Miss Joyce:  (At door, coming in backwards.) Go back now, go back!  Don’t be following after me in through the door!  Is Mr. Halvey there?  Don’t let her come following me, Mr. Halvey!

Hyacinth Halvey: Who is it is in it?

   (Sound of discordant singing outside.)

Miss Joyce: Cracked Mary it is, that is after coming back this day from the asylum.

Hyacinth Halvey: I never saw her, I think.

Shawn Early: The creature, she was light this long while and not good in the head, and at the last lunacy came on her and she was tied and bound.  Sometimes singing and dancing she does be, and sometimes troublesome.