CATHLEEN. If you go now quickly.
MAURYA (standing up unsteadily). It's hard set I am to walk.
CATHLEEN (looking at her anxiously). Give her the stick, Nora, or maybe she'll slip on the big stones.
NORA. What stick?
CATHLEEN. The stick Michael brought from Connemara.
MAURYA (taking a stick NORA gives her). In the big world the old people do be leaving things after them for their sons and children, but in this place it is the young men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old.
(She goes out slowly. NORA goes over to the ladder.)
CATHLEEN. Wait, Nora, maybe she'd turn back quickly. She's that sorry, God help her, you wouldn't know the thing she'd do.
NORA. Is she gone round by the bush?
CATHLEEN (looking out). She's gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when she'll be out of it again.