Sarah. Aye. Until I seen through him. Him and his letters and telegrams. Just look at that. (She shows him the telegram.) It comes from Ballyannis.
John (scratching his head in puzzled wonder). I don't understand that.
Sarah. He just put up some one to send it. Young McCready or someone. You couldn't watch a man like that. No. If I come here, out he goes. You expects me to come and save you money and the like of that old bauchle eating up the profits. (She goes towards the door into tea room.) Come into your tea at once. (Exit.)
John. By me sang he was right. (Daniel comes out and starts brushing his coat loudly to attract John's attention, and then goes across towards him and holds out his hand.)
Daniel. I'll say good-bye, John. Maybe I'll never see you again. (He appears much affected.)
John (touched). Ach. Take your time. I don't see the sense of this hurrying. Stop a week or two, man. I'll be lonesome without you. We had many a good crack in the evenings, Daniel.
Daniel. We had, John. And I suppose now that you'll be married I'll have to go, but many a time I'll be sitting lonely and thinking of them.
John. Aye. You were always the best of company, and heartsome. You were, Daniel.
Daniel. Well, I did my best, John, to keep—(he half breaks down)—to keep up a good heart.
John. You did. I wouldn't like to lose you, Daniel. (He looks at the telegram in his hand.) But Daniel. This telegram. It comes from Ballyannis.