"You would," said Meldon, "if you got them. But you won't, not from
Sabina Gallagher, because you're determined to sack her. And not from
any other cook as long as you pay the perfectly miserable wages you do
at present. You can't expect first-rate results when you sweat your
employees. That's a well-known maxim in every business, and the sooner
you get it into your head the better. You set yourself up here in
Ballymoy as a sort of pioneer of every kind of progress. You're the
president of as many leagues and things as would sink a large boat.
There isn't hardly a week in the year but you make a speech of some
sort. Ah! here we are at the hotel. Remind me some time again to
finish what I was saying to you. I must find out now what has happened
to the judge."
He leaped out of the trap and walked straight through the hotel to the
kitchen. He found Sabina there.
"Good morning, Sabina Gallagher," he said. "I hear you did exactly as
I told you. You're a good girl, Mr. Doyle is angry just at present,
and you'd better keep out of his way."
"He'll hunt me," said Sabina.
"He will not," said Meldon. "If you have the sense to keep out of his
way until he has cooled down a bit, and cook him decent dinners in the
meanwhile.
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