MARY
Whit’s that? Oh, ma God, whit’s that?
[Ellen takes the key from her pocket moves slowly to the door, unlocks it, and throws it open. Jock stands on the threshold, very pale, with his coat buttoned at the bottom, and only his right arm thrust into the sleeve.
ELLEN
Ma boy!
[She tries to embrace him.
JOCK
Steady, mither. Watch ma airm.
ELLEN
Is it broken?