Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he?

We can’t wait.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, says the citizen. That’s what he is. Virag from Hungary! Ahasuerus I call him. Cursed by God.

Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? says Ned.

Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.

You, Jack? Crofton? Three half ones, Terry.

Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my prayer.

Amen, says the citizen.