(PEASANTS raise a lamentable cry.)
CATHLEEN
Be silent. (The cry ceases.) Have you seen nobody?
OONA
Ochone!
That my good mistress should lose all this money.
CATHLEEN
Let those among you—not too old to ride—
Get horses and search all the country round,
I'll give a farm to him who finds the thieves.
(A man with keys at his girdle has come in while she speaks. There is a general murmur of "The porter! the porter!")
PORTER
Demons were here. I sat beside the door
In my stone niche, and two owls passed me by,
Whispering with human voices.