(_Hands shilling_) Good-by.
FALVEY
Good-by, God bless you and long life to you.
[_Exit Logan. Enter an old friend._
GARRET DEVLIN (_walks slowly and takes the newspaper
from the table, looks at the clock_)
Only half-past ten, and damn the bit to do. Ah,
me! ah, me! One bloody day like another!
[_Sits on the chair and yawns. Knocks for the publican.
Enter Driscoll._
DRISCOLL
Good mornin', Garret. Anythin' new to-day?
DEVLIN
Yes, I have good news this mornin'.
DRISCOLL
An' what is it?
DEVLIN
Oh, not much, only that a grand-uncle of mine is
after dyin' in America and leavin' me a fortune of a
hundred thousand pounds.
DRISCOLL (_sceptically_)
That's a terrible responsibility for a poor man to have
thrust upon him. What are you going to do with it at
all?
DEVLIN
Well, I was thinkin' of buyin' a new suit of clothes and
dividin' what's left between the poor of the town, the
Sisters of Charity, and the Salvation Army.
DRISCOLL
Wisha, I'm sick and tired of hearin' old yarns like
that. I suppose 'tis the way that you want a half
a glass of whiskey and haven't the price of it.
DEVLIN
How dare you insinuate such a thing. (_Places a sovereign
on the table_) Give me a half a whiskey and no
more old talk out of you.
DRISCOLL
And where did you get all that money?
DEVLIN
That's my business.
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