His guys are Archy, an African-American bassist who returned from the Gulf, who meets Nat, a white aficionado of vinyl.
Archy stepped back to the door listening, but there was not a sound.
"Oh, mamma, we're going to the orchard to play," said Archy.
"Waur he canna be," muttered Sir Archy, with a significance that gave the words a very equivocal meaning.
"Damn me if I do, then, Archy," broke in the old man roughly.
He had some difficulty in identifying himself with the man who had gone ashore with Archy Bates that evening.
"Well, Archy," said the O'Donoghue, addressing his brother-in-law.
Archy Hawkins said: “How long did you have to wait on the front steps, Pony, dear?”
He ought to have joined in the laugh, and rewarded Archy on the spot for so good a witticism.
Sir Archy, who felt in the scene a direct acknowledgment of his appeal to Heaven, drew closer to the window, and listened.