Paudeen. Here now are the cups handy and the leavings in them.
Biddy [taking cups and pouring one from another]. Throw a bit of white money into the four corners of the house.
Martin. There! [Throwing it.]
Biddy. There can be nothing told without silver. It is not myself will have the profit of it. Along with that I will be forced to throw out gold.
Martin. There is a guinea for you. Tell me what comes before your eyes.
Biddy. What is it you are wanting to have news of?
Martin. Of what I have to go out against at the beginning ... there is so much ... the whole world, it may be.
Biddy [throwing from one cup to another and looking]. You have no care for yourself. You have been across the sea; you are not long back. You are coming within the best day of your life.
Martin. What is it? What is it I have to do?
Biddy. I see a great smoke, I see burning ... there is a great smoke overhead.