I couldn't think of where you went or I'd
have followed you. I had to make haste.
MAIRE
It's no matter at all now.
CONN
I'll stretch myself on the bed before I begin work. Anne, did
you say you were leaving something in the room for me?
ANNE
I suppose I'll have to leave the tea in the room for you.
_She gets the tea ready. Maire remains motionless_.
CONN
Well, I have the pattern of daughters, anyway. I wouldn't give
this house for the praise of Ireland, no, not if they carried me on
their backs. _(Anne takes the tea up to the room)_ It's a pity you
weren't there, Maire, though of course I wouldn't bring you into
such a place. But they were decent fellows, decent, warm-hearted
fellows. If you were to see their faces when I played _An Chaitin
Donn_. I'll warrant they'll be whistling it, though they never heard
the tune before. And the manners they have! I offered the fiddle to
one of them. "No," says he, "not a string will I touch while the
master of us is here." That's something like the spirit. _(Maire has
turned to him and is attentive)_ But there, I won't fill myself up
with false music telling you about it all.
_He turns to the room_.
MAIRE
Bring up your fiddle.
CONN
_(taking fiddle and going towards room again)_ It will be as
good as sound sleeping for me. I'll never forget it. Flynn will
never forget it. It will be the making of Flynn.
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