Conan:
"And doth not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wandering away
Deceived for a moment it's now in my hands—
breathe the fresh air of life's morning again!"
Celia: (Comes in having listened amused at
door; claps hands.) Very good! It is you yourself
should be going to the dance house to-night in
place of myself. It is long since I heard you rise
so happy a tune!
Conan: (Putting bellows behind him.) What
brings you here? Is there no work for you out in
the garden—the cabbages to be cutting for the
cow....
Celia: I wouldn't wish to roughen my hands
before evening. Music there will be for the dancing!
(She lilts Miss McLeod's Reel.)
Conan: Let you go ready yourself for it so.