Sister Maria Joseph, recognising with trembling her superfluousness,
withdrew.
"It's Barty will have that job we were speaking of just now, before
you were coaxing Sister Maria Joseph to go away from you," resumed Dr.
Mangan. "Maybe you didn't hear he's got the Coppinger's Court Agency?
Young Coppinger offered it to him yesterday."
"It's a good thing it's out of Talbot-Lowry's hands anyhow," growled
Father Sweeny.
"Larry's up at my house every day now, about a concert they're to
have," went on the Doctor, tranquilly. "Tishy's helping him. He's very
fond of music. I think you're mistaken in thinking he'll be married to
one of the Major's daughters in such a hurry!"
"The first thing he'll want to do is to tidy up his property and
pacify the tenants," said Dr. Aherne, in his small, piping voice.
"They're not too pleased with the way they are now. The Major was
rather short with some of them, now and again. There was Herlihy, and
two of the Briens, was talking to me and saying what would they do at
all with Father Tim here, away. They were thinking would Father
Hogan--"
"Br-r-r-r-r-h!"
As a bull shakes his head, with a reverberating roar at the foes he
cannot reach, so did Father Tim Sweeny, crippled and furious, roll his
big head, growling, on his pillows. His dark hair lay in tight rings
on his broad and bulging forehead, and curled in strength over his
head back to the tonsure.
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