MRS. BRENNAN. We'll have to leave soon. It's a long jaunt down that hill in that buggy.
(She catches his eye and makes violent signs to him to tell Eileen what he has come to tell.)
CARMODY (after an uncertain pause—clenching his fists and clearing his throat). Eileen.
EILEEN. Yes.
CARMODY (irritably). Can't you open your eyes on me? It's like talkin' to myself I am.
EILEEN (looking at him—dully). What is it?
CARMODY (stammering—avoiding her glance). It's this, Eileen—me and Maggie—Mrs. Brennan, that is—we——
EILEEN (without surprise). You're going to marry her?
CARMODY (with an effort). Not goin' to. It's done.
EILEEN (without a trace of feeling). Oh, so you've been married already?