Blithero Pat. Ay! Be the bog it is.
Aloysius. Come on, all of ye!
[Exeunt hastily all but Blithero Pat and the Stranger.
[Blithero Pat chuckles softly. He then addresses the Stranger in a hoarse whisper.
Blithero Pat. Divil the bit he's comin' be the bog. He's comin' be the cross-roads.
[The Stranger makes no reply. Blithero Pat laughs hideously and goes out.
Footnote [1:] A Connemara word signifying blind.
Scene III.
[The same. The air is heavy with the scent of stout. Mrs. M'Gann sits before the fire. She still peels potatoes. The Stranger is almost concealed behind grandfather clock number four, from the shelter of which he peers nervously at the window, which has returned to its original position. A heavy step is heard outside.
Mrs. M'Gann (starting up in terror). That's Shaun's step!