He takes her hand.
MAIRE I couldn't, Brian. Couldn't you help us? Couldn't you keep father's mind on the right things?
BRIAN
Sure, let the fiddler go on the roads.
MAIRE You might stay here this evening with ourselves. Father would be glad to talk with you.
BRIAN (putting his arm around her) But I want the two of us to be seen in Moynihan's to-night.
MAIRE (resistance in her voice) Stay here with us, and let all that go by.
BRIAN Hugh will be there with that woman that brought him the big fortune; and I want you to take the shine out of her.
MAIRE (rising) I was out often lately. You know that, Brian.
She goes to chair at table, and sits away from him.
BRIAN (rising and going to her) But this night above all you must be with me.