Mary. Father, what are you going to do?
John (despairingly). I'm d——d if I know.
Mary. Will you defend the case?
John. I don't want to go near the court at all.
Mary. Father! (Alarmed.) Father! Sure you wouldn't—you couldn't think of marrying her after all that row that happened? (John remains silent.) Wouldn't you rather lose a thousand pounds and keep me, father? (John breaks a piece of soda bread morosely and eats it.) Wouldn't you, father.
John. Ah! (He spits out the bread.) Heaven save us, what kind of bread's that?
Mary (taking away the bread and putting it behind her back.) Father! Ah please, please, don't marry her anyway. Sure you won't?
Brown (coming in hastily). Here's Mr. Dan coming up the loaning, sir, that grand looking you'd hardly know him, and a big cigar in his mouth.
John. Daniel back?
Mary. Oh, I must go out and meet him. (She goes out by yard door quickly.)