Mrs. Fallon. You to bring such a disgrace into the parish. A thing that was never heard of before!
Bartley. Will you shut your mouth and hear me speaking?
Mrs. Fallon. And if it was for any sort of a fine handsome woman, but for a little fistful of a woman like Kitty Keary, that's not four feet high hardly, and not three teeth in her head unless she got new ones! May God reward you, Bartley Fallon, for the black treachery in your heart and the wickedness in your mind, and the red blood of poor Jack Smith that is wet upon your hand! [Voice of Jack Smith heard singing.]
The sea shall be dry,
The earth under mourning and ban!
Then loud shall he cry
For the wife of the red-haired man!
Bartley. It's Jack Smith's voice—I never knew a ghost to sing before—It is after myself and the fork he is coming! [Goes back. Enter Jack Smith.] Let one of you give him the fork and I will be clear of him now and for eternity!
Mrs. Tarpey. The Lord have mercy on us! Red Jack Smith! The man that was going to be waked!
James Ryan. Is it back from the grave you are come?
Shawn Early. Is it alive you are, or is it dead you are?
Tim Casey. Is it yourself at all that's in it?
Mrs. Tully. Is it letting on you were to be dead?