Say what we will. Bridget, come quickly, Bridget.
[Bridget comes in wearing her apron. Her sleeves turned up from her arms, which are covered with flour.
Wife, what do you believe in? Tell me the truth,
And not—as is the habit with you all—
Something you think will please me. Do you pray?
Sometimes when you're alone in the house, do you pray?
Bridget
Prayers—no, you taught me to leave them off long ago. At first I was sorry, but I am glad now, for I am sleepy in the evenings.
Wise Man
Do you believe in God?