(Without further comment, she closes her eyes.)
CARMODY. Two weeks back we were, by Father Fitz.
(He stands staring down at his daughter, irritated, perplexed and confounded by her silence, looking as if he longed to shake her.)
MRS. BRENNAN (angry at the lack of enthusiasm shown by Eileen). Let us get out of this, Bill. We're not wanted, that's plain as the nose on your face. It's little she's caring about you, and little thanks she has for all you've done for her and the money you've spent.
CARMODY (with a note of pleading). Is that a proper way to be treatin' your father, Eileen, after what I've told you? Have you no heart in you at all? Is it nothin' to you you've a good, kind woman now for mother?
EILEEN (fiercely, her eyes flashing open on him). No, no! Never!
MRS. BRENNAN (plucking at Carmody's elbow. He stands looking at Eileen helplessly, his mouth open, a guilty flush spreading over his face). Come out of here, you big fool, you! Is it to listen to insults to your livin' wife you're waiting? Am I to be tormented and you never raise a hand to stop her?
CARMODY (turning on her threateningly). Will you shut your gab?
EILEEN (with a moan). Oh, go away, Father! Please! Take her away!
MRS. BRENNAN (pulling at his arm). Take me away this second or I'll go on without you and never speak again to you till the day I die!