Danny I’m the boatman below, an’ I’m waitin for the gintleman.
Anne What gentleman?
Danny Him that’s jist left me, ma’am—I’m waitin’ on him.
Anne Does Mr. Kyrle Daly go out boating at this hour?
Danny It’s not for me to say, ma’am, but every night at twelve o’clock I’m here wid my boat under the blue rock below, to put him across the lake to Muckross Head. I beg your pardon, ma’am, but here’s a paper ye dropped on the walk beyant—if it’s no vally I’d like to light my pipe wid it. [Gives it.
Anne A paper I dropped! [Goes to window—reads.
Danny [Aside.] Oh, Misther Corrigan, you’ll ruin masther will ye? aisy now, and see how I’ll put the cross on ye.
Anne A love-letter from some peasant girl to Kyrle Daly! Can this be the love of which he spoke? have I deceived myself?
Danny I must be off, ma’am; here comes the signal. [Music.