EILEEN (twisting her head around and seeing Mary for the first time—with a glad cry). Mary! I—why, I didn't see you before! Come here.
(Mary approaches gingerly with apprehensive side glances at Mrs. Brennan, who watches her grimly. Eileen's arms reach out for her hungrily. She grasps her about the waist and seems trying to press the unwilling child to her breast.)
MARY (fidgeting nervously—suddenly in a frightened whine). Let me go! (Eileen releases her, looks at her face dazedly for a second, then falls back limply with a little moan and shuts her eyes. Mary, who has stepped back a pace, remains fixed there as if fascinated with fright by her sister's face. She stammers.) Eileen—you look so—so funny.
EILEEN (without opening her eyes—in a dead voice). You, too! I never thought you—— Go away, please.
MRS. BRENNAN (with satisfaction). Come here to me, Mary, and don't be botherin' your sister.
(Mary avoids her step-mother, but retreats to the far end of the porch where she stands shrunk back against the wall, her eyes fixed on Eileen with the same fascinated horror.)
CARMODY (after an uncomfortable pause, forcing himself to speak). Is the pain bad, Eileen?
EILEEN (dully—without opening her eyes). There's no pain. (There is another pause—then she murmurs indifferently.) There are chairs in the room you can bring out if you want to sit down.
MRS. BRENNAN (sharply). We've not time to be sittin'. We've the train back to catch.
EILEEN (in the same lifeless voice). It's a disagreeable trip. I'm sorry you had to come.