trouble!â
âOne more! What difference will it make? Itâd better to have twenty if itâd save us the trouble of worrying about it.â
Mrs Casey called from the door, and when he came out of the dayroom she said flirtatiously, âYouâre wanted up here.â
âIt seems Iâm a wanted man so,â he punned as he came. âItâs as bad as being in Fogra Tora .â
He saw three cups on the table, the plate of buttered bread.
âYouâre great, Elizabeth,â he praised, âbut you shouldnât have gone to that trouble.â
âYouâre an important man today,â she kept up the game, smiling at why on earth these elaborate acceptances had always to arise in Ireland; in the London she had known the offer would be simply accepted at once or refused.
âIâm the most important man in the house today, without question or doubt,â he laboured on. âThe sole guardian of the fortress! The phone never even rang, not to talk of anybody calling.â
âItâd give you the willies,â his wife shivered.
âNot enough money,â he explained. âNot half the men in the woods are working. Itâs the same with the council quarries: the tarrinâ of the roads is doinâ away with the stones, and the bogs only last for the summer.â
âWhat was it like in Skerries?â Elizabeth asked about his last station, where heâd met and married Teresa.
âThe East Coast is good,â he said. âThere was great life there, near the city; the market gardening, places youcouldnât throw a stone without breaking glass; the fishing-boats, and the tourists in the summer. Too busy we were at times, but not so busy that I couldnât meet me Waterloo,â he laughed towards his wife.
âIt wasnât always that story,â she flashed. âDo you remember the first night you left me home?â
He made a rueful face, that was all.
âWe were dancing in the Pavilion,â she continued spiritedly to Elizabeth. âNothing would do him but to get me out of it before it was over.
ââItâs too hot in here. And you canât dance with the floor crowded, Teresa,ââ she mimicked.
âSo he brought me down by the harbour and put me up against Joe Mayâs gable. You could still hear the music from the Pavilion and it was cominâ across the water from Red Island too, Mick Delahunty playing there that night. There was a big moon over the masts of the fishinâ fleet. I knew he was mad for a court.â
Elizabeth laughed lowly. She looked at Caseyâs embarrassed face and bald head as pale and waxed as candles. Sheâd have given dearly to see him mad for a court.
âAnd just as he was kissinâ me,â she went excitedly on, caught up in the flow of her story, âI pulled back me head and I said: âDo you see the moon, Ned?â
âYouâd laugh till your dyinâ day, Elizabeth, if you saw the cut of his face as he searched for the moon. And do you know what he said when he found it?â she rocked in a convulsive fit of laughing on the chair.
âWhat?â Elizabeth had to prompt.
âHe said the moon was beautiful,â she roared at last, holding her sides as the fit hurt.
âThatâs a nice story to tell on anybody, isnât it?â Casey appealed, he was ill at ease, and Elizabeth feared one of those embarrassed silences till his wife retorted, âI might never have married you only for that.â
âYou might never have been asked,â he was able to return and then they laughed quietly together, easy again.
They talked another three or four minutes and then Caseyrose, âElizabeth will want to get the childrenâs lunch. Weâre only keeping her from her work.â
âCan I help you to wash or anything, Elizabeth?â she offered.
Elizabeth refused. They left. The dayroom door
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