MAIRE (looking at Conn) He doesn't feel it at all. Father will always be the fiddler, no matter what we say.
ANNE Maire. Come and talk to me. (They sit at fire) I was talking to James. He'll never be happy until we're under the one roof.
Maire clasps Anne's hands passionately.
MAIRE (with cry) Anne, daughter, I'll be very lonesome for you.
ANNE
But sure I won't be far off, Maire.
MAIRE
Ay, but it's terrible to face things alone.
James has come to the door. Conn and James have been talking. They
turn in.
CONN But I'll be glad enough to have the scythe in my hands after it all, James.
JAMES
Anne was telling me how you took the victory from Connaught.
CONN Still I'm sorry for him! That poor Heffernan! He'll never hold up his head again.