SARAH
It’s yourself you’ll be calling God to help, in two weeks or three, when you’ll be waking up in the dark night and thinking you see me coming with the sun on me, and I driving a high cart with Jaunting Jim going behind. It’s lonesome and cold you’ll be feeling the ditch where you’ll be lying down that night, I’m telling you, and you hearing the old woman making a great noise in her sleep, and the bats squeaking in the trees.
MICHAEL
Whist. I hear some one coming the road.
SARAH
looking out right.—It’s some one coming forward from the doctor’s door.
MICHAEL
It’s often his reverence does be in there playing cards, or drinking a sup, or singing songs, until the dawn of day.
SARAH
It’s a big boast of a man with a long step on him and a trumpeting voice. It’s his reverence surely; and if you have the ring done, it’s a great bargain we’ll make now and he after drinking his glass.
MICHAEL
going to her and giving her the ring.—There’s your ring, Sarah Casey; but I’m thinking he’ll walk by and not stop to speak with the like of us at all.
SARAH
tidying herself, in great excitement.—Let you be sitting here and keeping a great blaze, the way he can look on my face; and let you seem to be working, for it’s great love the like of him have to talk of work.
MICHAEL
moodily, sitting down and beginning to work at a tin can.—Great love surely.
SARAH
eagerly.—Make a great blaze now, Michael Byrne.
[The priest comes in on right; she comes forward in front of him.