“The law says that you are my brother, but I shall certainly divorce you,” the other cried, “and then you will be sorry.”
“You are silent, Naoise!” said Deirdre.
“No man can talk with his mouth full except me,” Ardan explained.
“Half an hour ago,” said Naoise, “I saw a ship beating in from the sea.”
“A fishing-boat?”
“I think it was a boat from Ireland.”
“Why should you think so?”
“It had the cut of an Irish boat.”
“If it is any of our friends from Ireland,” said Ainnle, “they will be almost at the strand now.”
“We have no friends in Ireland,” Deirdre returned coldly.