Maurya.
I went the day I was married, but I never bowed my knee under him before or since.
Sheela.
You have not much to do now, and you ought to think about your poor soul.
Maurya.
That wouldn't keep the hens from laying abroad on me, and if I were to go to confess to Father Brian, instead of absolution it's a barging I'd get from him, unless I had a half-crown on the top of my fingers to give him.
Sheela.
Father Brian isn't half as bad as you say; I'm to go to his house this evening with fresh eggs and a pint of butter. I'll speak to him about you if you give me leave.
Maurya.
Don't trouble yourself about me, for I'm not going near Father Brian: when I'll be on my death-bed he'll come to me.