BURKE—[Rising—peering at her face.] Sure I might have known it, if I wasn't a bloody fool from birth. Where else'd you get that fine yellow hair is like a golden crown on your head.
ANNA—[With an amused laugh.] Say, nothing stops you, does it? [Then attempting a severe tone again.] But don't you think you ought to be apologizing for what you said and done yust a minute ago, instead of trying to kid me with that mush?
BURKE—[Indignantly.] Mush! [Then bending forward toward her with very intense earnestness.] Indade and I will ask your pardon a thousand times—and on my knees, if ye like. I didn't mean a word of what I said or did. [Resentful again for a second.] But divil a woman in all the ports of the world has iver made a great fool of me that way before!
ANNA—[With amused sarcasm.] I see. You mean you're a lady-killer and they all fall for you.
BURKE—[Offended. Passionately.] Leave off your fooling! 'Tis that is after getting my back up at you. [Earnestly.] 'Tis no lie I'm telling you about the women. [Ruefully.] Though it's a great jackass I am to be mistaking you, even in anger, for the like of them cows on the waterfront is the only women I've met up with since I was growed to a man. [As ANNA shrinks away from him at this, he hurries on pleadingly.] I'm a hard, rough man and I'm not fit, I'm thinking, to be kissing the shoe-soles of a fine, dacent girl the like of yourself. 'Tis only the ignorance of your kind made me see you wrong. So you'll forgive me, for the love of God, and let us be friends from this out. [Passionately.] I'm thinking I'd rather be friends with you than have my wish for anything else in the world. [He holds out his hand to her shyly.]
ANNA—[Looking queerly at him, perplexed and worried, but moved and pleased in spite of herself—takes his hand uncertainly.] Sure.
BURKE—[With boyish delight.] God bless you! [In his excitement he squeezes her hand tight.]
ANNA—Ouch!
BURKE—[Hastily dropping her hand—ruefully.] Your pardon, Miss. 'Tis a clumsy ape I am. [Then simply—glancing down his arm proudly.] It's great power I have in my hand and arm, and I do be forgetting it at times.
ANNA—[Nursing her crushed hand and glancing at his arm, not without a trace of his own admiration.] Gee, you're some strong, all right.