MURTAGH COSGAR (turning round) Them that come after us. Isn't that a great thought, Martin Douras? and isn't it a great thing that we're able to pass this land on to them, and it redeemed for ever? Ay, and their manhood spared the shame that our manhood knew. Standing in the rain with our hats off to let a landlord—ay, or a landlord's dog-boy—pass the way!
MARTIN DOURAS (mournfully) May it be our own generation that will be in it. Ay, but the young are going fast; the young are going fast.
MURTAGH COSGAR (sternly) Some of them are no loss.
MARTIN DOURAS
Ten of your own children went, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR I never think of them. When they went from my control, they went from me altogether. There's the more for Matt.
MARTIN DOURAS (moistening his mouth, and beginning very nervously) Ay, Matt. Matt's a good lad.
MURTAGH COSGAR
There's little fear of him leaving now.
MARTIN DOURAS (nervously) Maybe, maybe. But, mind you, Murtagh Cosgar, there are things—little things, mind you. Least, ways, what we call little things. And, after all, who are we to judge whether a thing—
MURTAGH COSGAR
Is there anything on your mind, Martin Douras?
MARTIN DOURAS (hurriedly) No; oh, no. I was thinking—I was thinking, maybe you'd give me a lift towards Arvach, if you'd be going that way this night.