Danny Tare an’ ’ouns, that lively girl, Miss Chute, has gone the road to Muckross Head; I’ve watched her—I’ve got my eye on all of them. If she sees Eily—ow, ow, she’ll get the ring itself in that helpin’ maybe, of kale-canon. By the piper, I’ll run across the lake, and get there first; she’s got a long round to go, and the wind rising—a purty blast entirely.
[Goes to window—Music.
Re-enter Mrs. Cregan, L. D. F., with glove.
Mrs. C [Aside.] I found his gloves in the hall, where he had thrown them in his hat.
Danny Did ye ax him, ma’am?
Mrs. C I did—and here is the reply. [Holds out glove.
Danny He has changed his mind, then?
Mrs. C He has entirely.
Danny And—and—I am—to—do it?
Mrs. C That is the token.