(Exeunt Martins door R.)
Molly—Father.
(Quinn rises and looks at her, but does not speak.)
Molly—Father.
Quinn—(Slowly.) Two years ago when you married that damned fiddler, I told ye never to come here again.
Molly—Father.
Quinn—(Sternly.) I meant it then, and I mean it now. Get out!
Molly—Won't you let me speak to you?
Quinn—There's nothin' you can say to me, I gave you yer choice of us long ago, and ye stuck to him. Stick to him now, I don't want ye.
Mrs. Quinn—(Enters door L with tea things.) Molly, my dear little Molly.