MAIRE
Disgracing us again.
ANNE
I'll stay in to-night.
MAIRE
I'm tired of this.
ANNE
Don't say it that way, Maire.
MAIRE
What will people say of us two now?
ANNE
I'll talk to him to-night.
MAIRE No, you're going out—you're going to Moynihan's—you're going to see your sweetheart.
ANNE
I think you're becoming a stranger to us, Maire.
MAIRE You're going to Moynihan's to-night, and I'm going, too. But I'm going to settle this first. Once and for all I'm going to settle this.
The fiddle has ceased. As Maire goes towards the room, Conn Hourican comes down, the fiddle in his hand.