FATHER H. Yes. You won’t change your mind and come with us?
MICH. No, I must stay here. (Glancing at books, restlessly.) I want to be alone. I couldn’t be of any service to you over at Saint Margaret’s?
FATHER H. There is the legend that connects her with Saint Decuman—I suppose no more is to be learnt of that than we already know?
MICH. No. The fisher people only know what they have learnt from the guide books.
ANDR. (standing with portmanteau). Have you anything more to take to the boat, Father?
FATHER H. No, that’s all, Andrew.
ANDR. Then I’ll take it down and wait for you there.
(Exit ANDREW with portmanteau.)
FATHER H. Then this is good-bye, Michael?