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"
By
God
!
perhaps
you
're
right
,
Joe
,
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
Anyway
,
I
wish
he
'd
turn
up
with
the
spondulics
.
"
The
three
men
fell
silent
.
The
old
man
began
to
rake
more
cinders
together
.
Mr.
Hynes
took
off
his
hat
,
shook
it
and
then
turned
down
the
collar
of
his
coat
,
displaying
,
as
he
did
so
,
an
ivy
leaf
in
the
lapel
.
"
If
this
man
was
alive
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
to
the
leaf
,
"
we
'd
have
no
talk
of
an
address
of
welcome
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
Musha
,
God
be
with
them
times
!
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
There
was
some
life
in
it
then
.
"
The
room
was
silent
again
.
Then
a
bustling
little
man
with
a
snuffling
nose
and
very
cold
ears
pushed
in
the
door
.
He
walked
over
quickly
to
the
fire
,
rubbing
his
hands
as
if
he
intended
to
produce
a
spark
from
them
.
"
No
money
,
boys
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sit
down
here
,
Mr.
Henchy
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
offering
him
his
chair
.
"
O
,
do
n't
stir
,
Jack
,
do
n't
stir
,
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
He
nodded
curtly
to
Mr.
Hynes
and
sat
down
on
the
chair
which
the
old
man
vacated
.
