EPILOGUE.
The same scene, about midnight. There is no light except that of one or two candles and the turf fire. Grandfather seated at fire. William John Granahan leaning despondently on table beside which he is seated. Samuel James in his favourite seat on the top of the table. Wind, storm and rain outside.
Grandfather.
Aye. Aye. But its no use talkin' now. Ye might ha' been a wee bit the less hasty.
William John Granahan.
And who was goin' to thole yon conduck. It was too bad of him and after the to-do we had over him this very day. Its a sore heartscald, Robbie John, ye've been to me this day.
Samuel James.
Ach, sure its over. Its full time we were in our beds.
Viciously.