You're to come up to the drawing-room to have your tea,
Mrs. O'Flaherty.
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Mind you have a sup of good black tea for me in
the kitchen afterwards, acushla. That washy drawing-room tea will
give me the wind if I leave it on my stomach. [She goes into the
house, leaving the two young people alone together.]
O'FLAHERTY. Is that yourself, Tessie? And how are you?
TERESA. Nicely, thank you. And how's yourself?
O'FLAHERTY. Finely, thank God. [He produces a gold chain.] Look
what I've brought you, Tessie.
TERESA [shrinking]. Sure I don't like to touch it, Denny. Did you
take it off a dead man?
O'FLAHERTY. No: I took it off a live one; and thankful he was to
me to be alive and kept a prisoner in ease and comfort, and me
left fighting in peril of my life.
TERESA [taking it]. Do you think it's real gold, Denny?
O'FLAHERTY. It's real German gold, anyhow.
TERESA. But German silver isn't real, Denny.
O'FLAHERTY [his face darkening]. Well, it's the best the Bosh
could do for me, anyhow.
TERESA. Do you think I might take it to the jeweller next market
day and ask him?
O'FLAHERTY [sulkily].
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