MAIRE
Sure, you're not the rambling fiddler any more.
CONN That would be the good rambling. I see the trees making shadows across the roads.
MAIRE
We'll talk about it again.
ANNE
Brian MacConnell will be coming in now. CONN I'm going out to
Brian MacConnell.
He goes to the door.
ANNE
Tell Brian to come in now.
Conn Hourican goes out. There is a pause. Maire hums a tune as she
goes to the mirror.
MAIRE
Am I looking well to-day?
ANNE (rather distantly) You're looking your best, I think. (Seriously) Maire, I didn't like the way you talked to father.
MAIRE (petulantly) What have you against it?