MAIRE
Maybe you'll be going to it this night week.
CONN
Sure you're not joking with me, Maire?
MAIRE
No.
She rises.
CONN
God forgive me, Maire, if I vexed you.
Maire goes up to Conn's room.
CONN
Anne, jewel, had Maire anything to say about Ardagh?
ANNE
We weren't talking about that at all.
JAMES Play me a rouse on the fiddle and maybe the ballad will come into my head.
Maire comes down, a fiddle in her hands.