_Maire rises_.
MAIRE
You've only your fiddle; we shouldn't forget that.
_Conn goes up to the room. Maire turns to the fire. Anne comes down_.
ANNE
O Maire, what will become of us at all?
MAIRE
He is very pleased with himself. He has only his fiddle, we
shouldn't forget that.
ANNE
It will be a long time till he does the like again.
MAIRE
It will be a long time, I suppose. Both of us might be in a
different house and have different cares.
ANNE
That would be terrible. I'll never leave him, Maire. MAIRE You
can't say the like now.
ANNE
Why?
MAIRE
How could you take such things upon you and life stretching
out before you? You're not young enough, Anne. Besides, it's not
what we say; it's what we feel. No, it's not what we feel either;
it's what grows up in us.
ANNE
He might never do the like again.
MAIRE
Many's the time mother said that, and she and me lying together.
ANNE
Will we ever get out of it, Maire?
_James enters_.
MAIRE
You have only a while to stay with us.
ANNE
O James, what will your father say if he hears of you giving us
another day?
JAMES
My father took a stick in his hand this morning, and went off
with himself.
MAIRE
You're welcome, James. It was a pleasant time we had in your
house last evening.
JAMES
I hope you liked the company, Maire. I'm afraid there was very
little to be called refined or scholarly, and the conversation at
times was homely enough.
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