[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 hill-sides to join the French.
DELIA.
Michael won’t be going to join the French.
BRIDGET [to PETER].