[PETER goes over to the table staring at the shilling in his hand in a bewildered way, and stands whispering to BRIDGET.
MICHAEL.
Have you no one to care you in your age, ma’am?
OLD WOMAN.
I have not. With all the lovers that brought me their love, I never set out the bed for any.
MICHAEL.
Are you lonely going the roads, ma’am?
OLD WOMAN.
I have my thoughts and I have my hopes.
MICHAEL.