Patrick. There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!
[Peter takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off, and stands up. The clothes slip from Michael's arm.]
Delia. Michael! [He takes no notice.] Michael! [He turns towards her.] Why do you look at me like a stranger?
[She drops his arm. Bridget goes over towards her.]
Patrick. The boys are all hurrying down the hillsides to join the French.
Delia. Michael won't be going to join the French.
Bridget [to Peter]. Tell him not to go, Peter.
Peter. It's no use. He doesn't hear a word we're saying.
Bridget. Try and coax him over to the fire.
Delia. Michael! Michael! You won't leave me! You won't join the French, and we going to be married!