The Turn of the Road: A Play in Two Scenes and an EpilogueMayne, Rutherford
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The Turn of the Road: A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
Mayne, Rutherford
Ireland -- Drama; Ulster (Northern Ireland and Ireland) -- Drama
Are ye coortin' any this weather Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
[Taken aback. Then decides to laugh it
off.]
Well--eh--no. I'm not doin' much that way.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Incredulously.]
Oh indeed. Well I heerd otherwise. Its full time ye were lookin' about
for a wife. You'll be gettin' well on past thirty soon.
TAYLOR.
[Fidgeting uneasily.]
Oh I'm time enough for a couple of years or more. I want to look round
me a bit.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well ye better look sharp, for you'll soon be getting too ould for
gettin' any sort of a dasint girl.
[Inquisitively.]
Ha'e ye anyone in your eye yet?
TAYLOR.
I have an account to pay your good man Mrs. Granahan.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Two poun' ten is due.
[Thinking.]
Aye. But I suppose you'll be now in what I would call a good way o'
doin'.
TAYLOR.
There was a five per cent. dividend this half year. The creamery's
goin' on well.
[Searching in pocket and getting out
account.]
Two pounds, nine and six, ma'am, beggin' your pardon.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ach sure sixpence is naither here nor there to a creamery.
[Pauses.]
If that's the way you are, you could be married in a year's time and--
TAYLOR.
[Evidently desirous to lead conversation
off this topic.]
Here's the money, ma'am.
[He lays it down on the table and counts
it out.]
You'll do as well as Mr. Granahan, I suppose. You take all to do with
the money part I think.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Yes I do. You were at the lecture last Monday?
TAYLOR.
[Alarmed.]
What the divil--
[Suddenly to Mrs. Granahan and genially.]
Yes. Could you oblige me with a receipt ma'am?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Surely. Here Ellen, get me the pen and ink.
[Ellen goes into room.]
I suppose now there were some nice young weemin there--eh Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
[Uneasily.]
Yes. And don't forget the stamp ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ach sure a penny stamp's what you always carry wi' ye.
[Confidentially.]
I think shame on ye Mr. Taylor, triflin' wi' the poor girls. There's
no excuse for a man o' your age.
TAYLOR.
[Fidgeting.]
Well, well, I--Here's a stamp ma'am.
[Impatiently.]
I'm young enough yet. I don't want to marry yet awhile.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
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