CONN (pausing at door) I broke my word to you, Maire.
MAIRE
I don't know what to say to you now.
CONN
It was the music and the strange faces that drew me.
MAIRE
I know that now.
CONN
It will be a long time till I break my word to you again.
MAIRE
I'll never ask for your word again.
CONN (warmly) I can tell you this, Maire. There's many's the place in Ireland where Conn Hourican's word would be respected.
MAIRE I'll never ask for your word again. You have only your fiddle, and you must go among people that will praise you. When I heard you talking of your listeners, I knew that. I was frightened before that. When I saw you coming, I went and sat there, and I thought the walls of the house were crowding in on me.
CONN
You were partly to blame, Maire. You left me there very lonesome.
MAIRE I was to blame, I suppose. I should have treated you differently. Well, I know you better now. Let you sit down and we'll talk together. (Conn sits on chair to right of table) What's to become of myself I don't know. Anne and James Moynihan will marry, I hope. Neither of us have fortunes, and for that reason our house should be well spoken of.