PROF. But where am I going to get all that, Paddy? The Scallys don’t want me. My own sister pushed me out of doors. PADDY. And for a man that has travelled the world--what did you expect? PROF. I didn’t expect much, Paddy. That’s true. But I didn’t reckon on being pushed out of doors. PADDY. Well, that’s where you made a mistake, Professor. For when a man comes down in the world as far as he can get, his own relations give him the last kick.... There’s a couple of bob, Tim. I wish it was more. But there’s a basket of corn-beef, cakes, and porter in the hall. You can help yourself. PROF. [_taking money_]. Thanks, Paddy. Gum, you’re a good Irishman. PADDY. Yerra, nonsense! Sure an ould timer’s an ould timer whether he’s down or up. O’C. The Professor wants you to see about a valise, Paddy. PADDY. With all my heart. PROF. I’ve dropped it somewhere, Paddy. It’s either at Ballykennedy station or London. PADDY. I’ll try Ballykennedy station first, I think. PROF. Gum, yes. You’d get lost in London. O’C. You can go in after a bit, Paddy.... Come on, Professor.... MOLL. Are you not looking at my new dress, master? O’C. I’ve been looking at nothing else, Moll. You’re a picture. [_To PADDY_] There’s a French milliner lost in you, Paddy. PROF. Gum, Moll, I’ve travelled seven times round the world and never seen a more devastating colour scheme. You’re like a bird of paradise. MOLL. I wouldn’t like to be too peacockish. PROF. You’re not a bit too peacockish. You’re more of a macaw. _PROF. and O’C. go out._ PADDY. So that’s the end of Professor Tim! That man’s as far down as he can get. And I mind him a nice young fellow, and a devil for fun. He’d put a white sheet on himself and sit for a whole night moaning on the graveside wall.... Poor Tim. MOLL. He’s an eye for a well-dressed woman anyway. Seven times round the world and never seen the beat of it. PADDY. He’ll go round it seven times more before he sees the like of it. MOLL. I must take great care of it, Paddy. [_Takes hat off._] I’ll keep the dress on till after the auction. PADDY [_takes out a new trotting collar and tie_]. This is for myself. And listen to me, Moll Flanagan, and don’t breathe a word of this till the master.... MOLL. Lord save us, Paddy, but you can look la-mentable serious. You’re not going to mention marriage.... PADDY. I haven’t the least notion of marriage. I’ve trouble enough without marrying more. MOLL. That’s pure imperence. PADDY. Listen you to what I’m saying. Isn’t there a black coat and hat of the ould master’s upstairs? MOLL. There’s a full black suit, not a pin the worse. And a beautiful hat. PADDY. Well, take and brush them well and slip them round to the stable. And don’t let a living sowl see you. I’m going to dress up like a country squire and make the Kilroys pay for Rush Hill.