And that night Mr Casey had not gone to Dublin by train but a car had come to the door and he had heard his father say something about the Cabinteely road. "Why, where are your things?" "Where yours are, my dear!" I promptly returned. O, what agony then for the miserable sinners! Friend is torn apart from friend, children are torn from their parents, husbands from their wives. He was no good at sums, but he tried his best so that York might not lose.