"It's a great play," John said.
"I suppose you often go?" she went on.
"Last Saturday was the first time I ever went to a theatre. I saw The Merchant of Venice. I'll go every Saturday after this, when there's a good piece on. I'm going again to-night to see Julius Caesar!"
"I'd love to see that piece!"
"Would you?"
"Aye, indeed I would. I'm just doting on the theatre. The last piece I saw was The Lights of London. It was lovely."
"I never saw that bit," John answered. "You see I live in Ballyards and I only come up to town on Saturdays."
"By your lone?" she asked.
He nodded his head. He poured out his tea, and then began to spread butter on a piece of soda-farl.
"I'd be awful dull walking the streets by myself," she said, watching him as he did so. "I'm a terrible one for company. I can't bear being by myself!"