COTTER
That's so.
SERGEANT
Keepin' the world in order is no aisy business, ma'am.
MRS. COTTER
'Tis a great responsibility.
SERGEANT (_drawing a chair to the fire and sitting down_)
'Pon me word I'm tired an' cold too.
MRS. COTTER
Wouldn't ye go home and go to bed, Sergeant?
SERGEANT
If I went to bed at this hour, the Head would send a
report to his chum the Inspector, statin' that I was
drunk. (_Coughs_)
MRS. COTTER
That's a bad cough. How long is it troublin' ye?
SERGEANT
Only since supper time. I was eatin' a bit o' cold
meat, an' a bone or somethin' stuck there. (_Points at
his throat_)
MRS. COTTER
An' what did ye do for it?
SERGEANT
What could I do for it?
MRS. COTTER
Ye could take a drink o' somethin' an' wash it down.
SERGEANT
I tried some cold tea. (_Coughs_)
MRS. COTTER
I wonder would a bottle of stout do any good.
SERGEANT
'Twould be no harm to try.
MRS. COTTER
Will ye have a bottle?
SERGEANT
To tell ye the truth, I don't like bein' disobligin',
ma'am. (_Coughs_)
[_Exit Mrs. Cotter. While she is away, he walks up
and down, whistling the while_.
MRS. COTTER (_at door_)
Ye might as well come up-stairs, Sergeant. There's a
fine fire in the sitting-room.
SERGEANT
I'm first rate where I am. Thank you all the same.
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