Mrs. Fallon [sitting down]. With Jack Smith's wife! With Kitty Keary!—Ochone, the traitor!
The Crowd. A great shame, indeed. He is a traitor, indeed.
Mrs. Tully. To America he was bringing her, Mrs. Fallon.
Bartley. What are you saying, Mary? I tell you—
Mrs. Fallon. Don't say a word! I won't listen to any word you'll say! [Stops her ears.] Oh, isn't he the treacherous villain? Ohone go deo!
Bartley. Be quiet till I speak! Listen to what I say!
Mrs. Fallon. Sitting beside me on the ass car coming to the town, so quiet and so respectable, and treachery like that in his heart!
Bartley. Is it your wits you have lost or is it I myself that have lost my wits?
Mrs. Fallon. And it's hard I earned you, slaving, slaving—and you grumbling, and sighing, and coughing, and discontented, and the priest wore out anointing you, with all the times you threatened to die!
Bartley. Let you be quiet till I tell you!