[FARDY _reappears, and she gives him telegram_.
FARDY. I"ll bring it to the station. It"s there he was going.
MRS. DELANE. You will not, but to the barracks. It can wait for him there.
[FARDY _goes off_. MR. QUIRKE _has appeared at door_.
MR. QUIRKE. It was indeed a very neighborly act, Mrs. Delane, and I"m obliged to you. There is just _one_ article to put out of the way. The sergeant may look about him then and welcome. It"s well I cleared the premises on yesterday. A consignment to Birmingham I sent. The Lord be praised, isn"t England a terrible country, with all it consumes?
MRS. DELANE. Indeed, you always treat the neighbors very decent, Mr.
Quirke, not asking them to buy from you.
MR. QUIRKE. Just one article. [_Turns to rack._] That sheep I brought in last night. It was for a charity, indeed, I bought it from the widow woman at Kiltartan Cross. Where would the poor make a profit out of their dead meat without me? Where now is it? Well, now, I could have swore that that sheep was hanging there on the rack when I went in----
MRS. DELANE. You must have put it in some other place.
MR. QUIRKE. [_Going in and searching and coming out._] I did not; there is no other place for me to put it. Is it gone blind I am, or is it not in it, it is?
MRS. DELANE. It"s not there now, anyway.
MR. QUIRKE. Didn"t you take notice of it there, yourself, this morning?
MRS. DELANE. I have it in my mind that I did; but it"s not there now.
MR. QUIRKE. There was no one here could bring it away?
MRS. DELANE. Is it me, myself, you suspect of taking it, James Quirke?
MR. QUIRKE. Where is it at all? It is certain it was not of itself it walked away. It was dead, and very dead, the time I bought it.
MRS. DELANE. I have a pleasant neighbor, indeed, that accuses me that I took his sheep. I wonder, indeed, you to say a thing like that! I to steal your sheep or your rack or anything that belongs to you or to your trade! Thank you, James Quirke. I am much obliged to you, indeed.
MR. QUIRKE. Ah, be quiet, woman; be quiet----
MRS. DELANE. And let me tell you, James Quirke, that I would sooner starve and see every one belonging to me starve than to eat the size of a thimble of any joint that ever was on your rack or that ever will be on it, whatever the soldiers may eat that have no other thing to get, or the English, that devour all sorts, or the poor ravenous people that"s down by the sea!
[_She turns to go into shop._
MR. QUIRKE. [_Stopping her._] Don"t be talking foolishness, woman. Who said you took my meat? Give heed to me now. There must some other message have come. The sergeant must have got some other message.
MRS. DELANE. [_Sulkily._] If there is any way for a message to come that is quicker than to come by the wires, tell me what it is, and I"ll be obliged to you.
MR. QUIRKE. The sergeant was up here, making an excuse he was sticking up that notice. What was he doing here, I ask you?
MRS. DELANE. How would I know what brought him?
MR. QUIRKE. It is what he did; he made as if to go away--he turned back again and I shaving--he brought away the sheep--he will have it for evidence against me----
MRS. DELANE. [_Interested._] That might be so.
MR. QUIRKE. I would sooner it to have been any other beast nearly ever I had upon the rack.
MRS. DELANE. Is that so?
MR. QUIRKE. I bade the Widow Early to kill it a fortnight ago--but she would not, she was that covetous!
MRS. DELANE. What was on it?
MR. QUIRKE. How would I know what was on it? Whatever was on it, it was the will of G.o.d put it upon it--wasted it was, and shivering and refusing its share.
MRS. DELANE. The poor thing.
MR. QUIRKE. Gone all to nothing--wore away like a flock of thread. It did not weigh as much as a lamb of two months.
MRS. DELANE. It is likely the inspector will bring it to Dublin?
MR. QUIRKE. The ribs of it streaky with the dint of patent medicines----
MRS. DELANE. I wonder is it to the Petty Sessions you"ll be brought or is it to the a.s.sizes?
MR. QUIRKE. I"ll speak up to them. I"ll make my defense. What can the army expect at fippence a pound?
MRS. DELANE. It is likely there will be no bail allowed?
MR. QUIRKE. Would they be wanting me to give them good quality meat out of my own pocket? Is it to encourage them to fight the poor Indians and Africans they would have me? It"s the Anti-Enlisting Societies should pay the fine for me.
MRS. DELANE. It"s not a fine will be put on you, I"m afraid. It"s five years in jail you will be apt to be getting. Well, I"ll try and be a good neighbor to poor Mrs. Quirke.
[MR. QUIRKE, _who has been stamping up and down, sits down and weeps_. HALVEY _comes in and stands on one side_.
MR. QUIRKE. Hadn"t I heart-scalding enough before, striving to rear five weak children?
MRS. DELANE. I suppose they will be sent to the Industrial Schools?
MR. QUIRKE. My poor wife----
MRS. DELANE. I"m afraid the workhouse----
MR. QUIRKE. And she out in an a.s.s-car at this minute, helping me to follow my trade.
MRS. DELANE. I hope they will not arrest her along with you.
MR. QUIRKE. I"ll give myself up to justice. I"ll plead guilty! I"ll be recommended to mercy!
MRS. DELANE. It might be best for you.
MR. QUIRKE. Who would think so great a misfortune could come upon a family through the bringing away of one sheep!
HYACINTH. [_Coming forward._] Let you make yourself easy.