_Martin Douras comes in. He is a man of about sixty, with a refined,
scholarly look. His manner is subdued and nervous. He has a stoop,
and is clean-shaven._
CORNELIUS
I was just telling Sally here what a great day it is,
father.
MARTIN DOURAS
Ay, it's a great day, no matter what our own troubles
may be. I should be going home again. _(He takes a newspaper out of
his pocket, and leaves it on the table)_
CORNELIUS
Wait for the men, father.
MARTIN DOURAS
Maybe they'll be here soon. Is Murtagh in, Sally?
_Cornelius takes the paper up, and begins to read it_.
SALLY
He's down at the bottoms, Martin.
MARTIN DOURAS
He's going to Arvach Fair, maybe.
SALLY
He is in troth.
MARTIN DOURAS
I'll be asking him for a lift. He'll be going to the
Fair when he come back from the lawyer's, I suppose?
Ay, he'll be going to-night. _(She gathers the chopped cabbage
into her apron, and goes to the door)_
SALLY
_(at the door)_ Cornelius.
_Cornelius puts down the paper, and goes to the door. Sally goes out_.
MARTIN DOURAS
Cornelius!
_Cornelius goes to Martin_.
SALLY
_(outside)_ Cornelius, give me a hand with this.
_Cornelius turns again_.
MARTIN DOURAS
Cornelius, I want to speak to you.
_Cornelius goes to him_.
MARTIN DOURAS
There is something on my mind, Cornelius.
CORNELIUS
What is it, father?
MARTIN DOURAS
It's about our Ellen.
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