Mrs. Donohoe: Well, then, I will not bring him out, and I will not bring yourself out, and you not to learn better sense. Are you making yourself ready to come?
Mike McInerney: I am thinking, maybe ... it is a mean thing for a man that is shivering into seventy years to go changing from place to place.
Mrs. Donohoe: Well, take your luck or leave it. All I asked was to save you from the hurt and the harm of the year.
Mike McInerney: Bring the both of us with you or I will not stir out of this.
Mrs. Donohoe: Give me back my fine suit so (begins gathering up the clothes), till I’ll go look for a man of my own!
Mike McInerney: Let you go so, as you are so unnatural and so disobliging, and look for some man of your own, God help him! For I will not go with you at all!
Mrs. Donohoe: It is too much time I lost with you, and dark night waiting to overtake me on the road. Let the two of you stop together, and the back of my hand to you. It is I will leave you there the same as God left the Jews!
(She goes out. The old men lie down and are silent for a moment.)
Michael Miskell: Maybe the house is not so wide as what she says.
Mike McInerney: Why wouldn’t it be wide?