Paul Ruttledge. Good-bye, Sabina. Don't cry! you'll get another husband.
Sabina Silver. I'll never lep the budget with another man; I swear it.
Paul Ruttledge. Good-bye, Paddy. Good-bye, Tommy. My mother Earth will have none of me and I will go look for my father that is in heaven.
Paddy Cockfight. Come along, Sibby.
[Takes her hand and hurries off.
Charlie Ward. [Rings bell.] Are they sure to let you in, Paul? Have you got your story ready?
Paul Ruttledge. No fear, they won't refuse a sick man. No one knows me but Father Jerome, and he won't tell on me.
Charlie Ward. There's a step inside. I'll cut for it.
[He goes out. Paul is left sitting on steps.