MARTIN DOURAS
I'll be asking him for a lift. He'll be going to the
Fair when he come back from the lawyer's, I suppose?
Ay, he'll be going to-night. (She gathers the chopped cabbage
into her apron, and goes to the door)
SALLY (at the door) Cornelius.
Cornelius puts down the paper, and goes to the door. Sally goes out.
MARTIN DOURAS
Cornelius!
Cornelius goes to Martin.
SALLY (outside) Cornelius, give me a hand with this.
Cornelius turns again.
MARTIN DOURAS
Cornelius, I want to speak to you.
Cornelius goes to him.
MARTIN DOURAS
There is something on my mind, Cornelius.