CONN (taking fiddle and going towards room again) It will be as good as sound sleeping for me. I'll never forget it. Flynn will never forget it. It will be the making of Flynn.
Maire rises.
MAIRE
You've only your fiddle; we shouldn't forget that.
Conn goes up to the room. Maire turns to the fire. Anne comes down.
ANNE
O Maire, what will become of us at all?
MAIRE He is very pleased with himself. He has only his fiddle, we shouldn't forget that.
ANNE
It will be a long time till he does the like again.
MAIRE It will be a long time, I suppose. Both of us might be in a different house and have different cares.
ANNE That would be terrible. I'll never leave him, Maire. MAIRE You can't say the like now.
ANNE
Why?