Danny A docther! will they let me die like a baste, and never a docther?
Sheelah I’ll run for one that’ll cure ye. Oh, weerasthrue, Danny! Is it for this I’ve loved ye? No, forgive, acushla, it isn’t your own mother that ’ud add to yer heart-breakin’ and pain. I’ll fetch the docther, avick. [Music—puts on cloak, and pulls hood over her head.] Oh, hone! oh hone!
[Exit Sheelah, L. door in flat—a pause—knock—pause—knock.
Enter Corrigan, door in flat, L. C.
Corrig Sheelah! Sheelah! Nobody here? I’m bothered entirely. The cottage on Muckross Head is empty—not a sowl in it but a cat. Myles has disappeared, and Danny gone—vanished, bedad, like a fog—Sheelah is the only one remaining. I called to see Miss Chute; I was kicked out. I sent her a letter; it was returned to me, unopened. Her lawyer has paid off the mortgage, and taxed my bill of costs—the spalpeen! [Danny groans.] What’s that? Some one is asleep there. ’Tis Danny!
Danny A docther!—gi’ me a docther!
Corrig Danny here—concealed, too! Oh, there’s something going on that’s worth peepin’ into. Whist! there’s footsteps comin’. If I could hide a bit. I’m a magistrate, an’ I ought to know what’s goin’ on—here’s a turf-hole, wid a windy in it.
[Exit Corrigan, opening in flat, R. C.
Enter Sheelah and Father Tom, L. C. door.
Sheelah [Goes to Danny.] Danny!