But for all that I understand you well enough.

Who's this now coming up to the house to see me ?' He went over to the window and looked out.

'Isn't it a queer life a priest lives in a place like this, with never a minute of quiet peace from morning to night but somebody will be coming interrupting and destroying it?
First it's you, Hyacinth Conneally--not that I grudge the time to you when you're going off so soon--and now it's Michael Kavanagh.

Indeed, he's a decent man too, like yourself.

Come in, Michael--come in.