Vavasour. Tut, tut, 'tis no matter, an' I'm not ill—not ill at all, but Eilir, lad, ye're kin, an'—could ye promise never to tell?
Eilir Morris [who thinks his uncle has been drinking, speaks to him as if he would humor his whim]. Aye, Uncle, I'm kin, an' I promise. Tell on. What is it? Are ye sick?
Vavasour [drearily]. Uch, lad, I'm not sick!
Eilir Morris. Well, what ails ye?
Vavasour. 'Tis Allhallows' Eve an'—
Eilir Morris. Aren't ye goin' to Pally Hughes's?
Vavasour [moaning and rising]. Ow, the devil, goin' to Pally Hughes's while 'tis drawin' nearer an' nearer an'—Ow! 'Tis the night when Catherine must go.
Eilir Morris. When Aunt Kats must go! What do you mean?
Vavasour. She'll be dead to-night at twelve.
Eilir Morris [bewildered]. Dead at twelve? But she's at Pally Hughes's. Does she know it?