[_Takes stout and finishes it without withdrawing it from
his mouth. Coughs_.
MRS. COTTER
How do you feel now?
SERGEANT (_wiping his mouth with a large old handkerchief_)
'Tis gone! I mean the bone. I feel meself
again.
MRS. COTTER
I'm glad of that. (_Looking at clock_) 'Tis gone half-past
ten, Sergeant.
SERGEANT
Plenty o' time. We'll be a long time dead, an' happy
I hope.
MRS. COTTER
Amen!
SERGEANT
'Tis my belief that we should all try to do good while
we're alive.
MRS. COTTER
There's a lot o' good people in the world, Sergeant.
SERGEANT
There is, ma'am, but nearly every one o' them thinks
that they're better than what they are. That's what
annoys me.
MRS. COTTER
Sure 'tis imagination that keeps the world movin'.
SERGEANT
Yes, an' ambition. All the same, 'tis a good job that
people can't see themselves as they really are.
MRS. COTTER
They wouldn't believe that they were themselves if
they could.
SERGEANT
I suppose not.
MRS. COTTER
Won't ye come up to the fire in the sittin'-room?
SERGEANT
Don't be worryin' about me. I'm all right. That was
good stout.
MRS. COTTER
The best!
SERGEANT
'Tis a cure for nearly everythin'. Only for takin' a
little now an' again, I'd never be able to stand all the
hardships o' me profession.
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