Part 15 (1/2)

Who?

MRS. GRANAHAN.

Now you're the soft la.s.sie. Who's the manager of the creamery up beyont?

ELLEN.

[Unsuspectingly,]

Tom Taylor of course.

MRS. GRANAHAN.

And of coorse it was Tom Taylor left ye home.

[Knock at the door.]

Come in. Come in.

[Taylor enters.]

Why speak o' the divil--how d'ye do Mr. Taylor.

TAYLOR.

[He comes in, stands rather awkwardly looking at Ellen, and then goes over near them.]

Very well, thank you, ma'am.

MRS. GRANAHAN.

This is my daughter Ellen.

[Slily.]

I think ye met her afore.

TAYLOR.

[Shaking hands with Ellen, he detains her hand for a second and then drops it.]

We did, I think, didn't we?

MRS. GRANAHAN.