(They go out, Damer comes back. He puts on clock, rakes out fire, picks up potatoes and puts them back in sieve, takes bread into his room. There is a knock at the door. Then it is cautiously opened and Simon Niland comes in, and stands near the hearth. Damer comes back and sees him.)
Damer: What are you looking for?
Simon: For what I won't get seemingly, that is a welcome.
Damer: Maybe it's for fists you are looking?
Simon: It is not, before I will get my rest. I couldn't box to-night if I was the Queen of England.
Damer: Have you any traffic with that congregation is after going out?
Simon: I seen no person good or bad, but a dog and it on the chain.
Damer: You to have in you any of the breed of the Kirwans that is my own, I'd rise the tongs and pitch you out from the door!
Simon: I suppose you would not begrudge me to rest myself for a while, (Sits down.)
Damer: I'll give leave to no strolling vagabond to sit in any place at all.