Professor Tim & Paul Twyning : $b Comedies in three acts — John Shaqi
Professor Tim & Paul Twyning : $b Comedies in three actsShiels, George
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Professor Tim & Paul Twyning : $b Comedies in three acts
Shiels, George
Comedy plays; English drama -- Irish authors
PADDY. Right, master. It can’t be too soon for me. [_Pulls the hat
over his eyes._]
PROF. [_rising_]. Lucky devil, O’Cahan! Youth, love, friendship,
devotion, and the cat for luck.... My valise.... Gum, I’m dry. [_He goes
to the room._]
MRS. K. Mrs. Scally, I’ll take my jacket now. You’ll have a fine
collection here after a bit....
MRS. S. [_giving her jacket_]. Thank God, Mrs. Kilroy, there’s plenty
for them to eat. And we’ll not ask you to bail us if we want more....
JOHN. Holy tattler! That’s a posey! Outrageous, Briget! Atrocious!
_KILROY and ALLISON come in. KILROY has a paper in his hand._
KILROY [_to JOHN_]. Now, Scally, as man to man--will you go bail with
me and two other good men for Rush Hill?
MRS. S. He’ll do nothing of the sort. John has more good sense than
all in the house. I just see that now, that bail’s a near cut to the
poor-house.
JOHN. Thank you, Briget.
KILROY. That ends it. [_Tears the agreement._] The deal’s off,
Allison. You can give Rush Hill to some of your Freemason friends. My
opinion is you never wanted me to get it.
ALLISON. You carry the sting in your tail, James. But for once in a
way you’re right. I didn’t want you to get it. Nor any of my Freemason
friends either. I wanted Rush Hill to remain with O’Cahan. And it does!
O’C. Allison ... Sam ... that’s a cruel sort of joke....
ALLISON. It’s no joke, young man. I don’t make jokes like that.
[_Holds up papers._] It’s all here. The deeds and documents of Rush
Hill. Your mortgages are paid--a clean wipe out.
O’C. [_gasping_]. Allison ... you wouldn’t.... I know you
wouldn’t....
ALLISON [_looking round_]. Where’s the Professor?
PEGGY. He’s in the room.
ALLISON [_lowering his voice_]. We people have been making sad fools
of ourselves. Mrs. Scally, you ought to’ve known better. You knew the
brother was always a little eccentric.... The man’s a real Professor of
Geology. A big man in the world. And very wealthy. He’s tons of it.
MRS. S. My God! has he been acting?
ALLISON. Aye, and doing it not badly. I tell you I was with him in
the Bank for two hours, and ’twas an eye-opener to me. He’s been in the
East--Chief of a Geological Expedition--and he’s worth a pot of money.
_JOSEPH comes in back with eyes bulging._
JOSEPH. Lord save us! There’s a waggon-load of stuff come for the
Professor--trunks, bags, golf sticks, and fishing-rods--like a load of
hay!
_JOSEPH runs out again._
ALLISON. I told you so.
_PROF. comes in from the room, suitably dressed, a touch of
distinction about himself and his clothes._
PROF. I’ve some luggage at the front door. But I’ve told the man to
wait. Part of it is going over to Rush Hill, and part of it staying
here. [_With a quaint smile_] I’ve been enjoying myself. But my little
experiment is at an end. On the whole it has yielded good results. I’ve
found some hearts of gold.
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