Miss Joyce: I'll go set the table and kindle the fire, and I'll come back to meet the train with you myself.
(She goes. A noise heard outside.)
Hyacinth Halvey: What is that now?
Shawn Early: (At door.) Some noise as of running.
Hartley Fallon: (Going to door.) It might chance to be some prisoner they would be bringing to the train.
Peter Tannian: No, but some lads that are running.
(They go out. H.H. is going too, but Mrs. Broderick goes before him and turns him round in doorway.)
Mrs. Broderick: Don't be coming out now in the dust that was formed by the heat is in the breeze. It would be a pity to spoil your Dublin coat, or your shirt that is that white you would nearly take it to be blue.
(She goes out, pushing him in and shutting door after her.)
Cracked Mary: Ha! ha! ha!