MAIRE
_(turning to him impulsively)_ Stay here and I'll be as nice
to you as if we were in another house. _(He kisses her. She rises
and goes from him)_ If you knew me at all, Brian MacConnell, that's
not the way you'd treat me.
BRIAN
Are you not coming out with me?
MAIRE
You must leave me to myself now. _(Conn Hourican comes in)_ Is
Anne with you, father?
CONN
She's gathering posies or something like that. Brian, did you
hear about the Feis at Ardagh?
MAIRE
_(with vehemence)_ Oh, what's the good of talking about that?
You can't go.
CONN
Can't go, did you say, girl?
MAIRE
Oh, how could you go?
CONN
Is that the way? Well, God help us. Give me that fiddle till I
leave it up.
_He takes the fiddle off dresser, and turns to go_.
MAIRE
Father, let me be with you to-night; oh, I'm sorry if I vexed
you. _(No reply)_ Well, stay with Brian MacConnell; I'm going out to
Anne.
_Maire goes out. Brian goes to rack, and puts on his coat_.
BRIAN
Are you coming, Conn? I'm off.
CONN
Where to, man?
BRIAN
To Flynn's.
CONN
I can't be going, I'm sorry to say.
BRIAN
I'm going anyway. It's a great thing to be in the company of
men.
CONN
Ay, in troth. Women, Brian, leave the heart of one very lonesome.
BRIAN
_(masterfully)_ Why can't you come out? I thought you were
going to-night.
CONN
I can't, Brian, and that reminds me.
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