Eily Hardress! }
Hard My wife—my own Eily. }
Eily Here, darlin’, take the paper, and tear it if you like.
[Offers him the certificate.
Hard Eily, I could not live without you.
Mrs. C If ever he blamed you, it was my foolish pride spoke in his hard words—he loves you with all his heart. Forgive me, Eily.
Eily Forgive!
Mrs. C Forgive your mother, Eily.
Eily [Embracing her.] Mother!
[Mrs. Cregan, Hardress, Eily, Father Tom, group together—Anne, Kyrle, and Gentlemen—Ladies together—their backs to Corrigan—Corrigan takes bag, puts in papers, looks about, puts on hat, buttons coat, slinks up stage, runs up stairs, and off R.—Myles points off after him—several Gentlemen run after Corrigan.