Anne Your wife—the girl you concealed in the cottage on Muckross Head. Stop, now—don’t speak—save a falsehood, however many ye may have to spare. I saw the girl—she confessed.
Kyrle Confessed that she was my wife?
Anne Made a clean breast of it in a minute, which is more than you could do with a sixteen-foot wagon and a team of ten, in a week.
Kyrle Anne, hear me; this is a frightful error—the girl will not repeat it.
Anne Bring her before me and let her speak.
Kyrle How do I know where she is?
Anne Well, bring your boatman then, who told me the same.
Kyrle I tell you it is false; I never saw—never knew the girl.
Anne You did not? [Shows Eily’s letter.] Do you know that? You dropped it, and I found it.