No, no, Miss Carroll dear, I didn’t do that at all. I only give him the half of it, and niver any of it would he have had but—well—knowin’ it was in the house, it was coaxin’ me mornin’ and night he was with that wheedlin’, soft way o’ him, and the silly loverin’ talk till the heart just ran melty within me. [_MISS CARROLL regards her with her lips pursed._] I know it’s an ould fool you’re thinkin’ me, but jest let you be listenin’ to his talk wanst and see what you’d do, and him tellin’ stories to Jimmie the while so kind and lovely. MISS CARROLL. [_Stopping at entrance to bedroom, basin in hand._] “Kind and lovely” indeed! When he takes your wages and hurts and abuses you, and Jimmie hasn’t a decent place to live in because his father’s a lazy—[_She stops in amazement on the threshold as she sees PAT asleep in the room within._] Well, I never! [_Comes back into the room._] Mrs. O’Flaherty, you must make Pat get up and get out of there while I take care of Jimmie. [_MRS. O’FLAHERTY looks injured, but wipes her hands and does as she is bid. MISS CARROLL stands watching at the door._] NORA. [_Within bedroom._] Pat! Pat! Wake up, will ye! [_PAT groans._] My, but you’re sleepin’ hard! Pat! Miss Carroll says ye’re to git oup and git out o’ here while she takes care o’ Jimmie. Come along, now! That’s right, Jimmie-boy, give him a good thump! Are ye oup on yer legs now? Mind what yer doin’. There ye are! PAT. [_Entering, yawning._] Wha’ for Miss Carroll says git oup and git out? [_MISS CARROLL glares at PAT. PAT, turning, catches her eye and smiles sweetly ere she vanishes into the bedroom._] NORA. Well, Pat O’Flaherty, I’m thinkin’ Miss Carroll ain’t so awful admirin’ o’ your ways! Sometimes I’m thinkin’ she sees ’em clearer nor your lovin’ wife does! [_PAT picks up one of his shoes, sits down on the sofa and looks around for the other; pays no heed to NORA’S talk._] PAT. Where’s me other shoe? [_Gets down on hands and knees and looks under the sofa._] Shure I had the two of ’em on me feet yesterday. [_Laughs gaily._] Maybe I wore wan on ’em out lookin’ for that job that I didn’t git! [_NORA watches him a moment, then hands him the shoe she has picked up near the stove._] NORA. Here’s your shoe. PAT. Ah! That’s the darlin’; thank ye kindly. I’d be losin’ me head some day if ’twern’t for you, Nora gurrl. NORA. [_At tub while PAT slowly puts on shoes._]