SARAH
in a very plausible voice.—Good evening, your reverence. It’s a grand fine night, by the grace of God.
PRIEST
The Lord have mercy on us! What kind of a living woman is it that you are at all?
SARAH
It’s Sarah Casey I am, your reverence, the Beauty of Ballinacree, and it’s Michael Byrne is below in the ditch.
PRIEST
A holy pair, surely! Let you get out of my way.
[He tries to pass by.
SARAH
keeping in front of him.—We are wanting a little word with your reverence.
PRIEST
I haven’t a halfpenny at all. Leave the road I’m saying.
SARAH
It isn’t a halfpenny we’re asking, holy father; but we were thinking maybe we’d have a right to be getting married; and we were thinking it’s yourself would marry us for not a halfpenny at all; for you’re a kind man, your reverence, a kind man with the poor.
PRIEST
with astonishment.—Is it marry you for nothing at all?
SARAH
It is, your reverence; and we were thinking maybe you’d give us a little small bit of silver to pay for the ring.