Maire goes out. Brian goes to rack, and puts on his coat.
BRIAN
Are you coming, Conn? I'm off.
CONN
Where to, man?
BRIAN
To Flynn's.
CONN
I can't be going, I'm sorry to say.
BRIAN I'm going anyway. It's a great thing to be in the company of men.
CONN
Ay, in troth. Women, Brian, leave the heart of one very lonesome.
BRIAN (masterfully) Why can't you come out? I thought you were going to-night.
CONN I can't, Brian, and that reminds me. Give these few shillings to Flynn for me. I'll owe them to you still.
BRIAN
I'm not going to be bothered by the like. Why can't you come?