Eilir Morris [returning]. Dear, they've a grand display, raisins an' buns, an' spices an' biscuits—
Vavasour. But your Aunt Kats?
Eilir Morris. Aye, an' a grand fire, an' a tub with apples in it an'—
Vavasour. But Catherine?
Eilir Morris. Aye, she was there near the fire, an' just as I turned, they blew the lights out.
Vavasour. Blew the lights out! Uch, she'll be taken there whatever!
Eilir Morris. They're tellin' stories in the dark.
Vavasour. Go back again an' tell what ye can see of your Aunt Kats, lad.
Eilir Morris. Aye.
Vavasour [shouting after him]. Find where she's sittin', lad—make certain of that.