Martin Douras is
sitting at the fire in an armchair._
MARTIN DOURAS
It's getting late, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Ay, it's getting late.
MARTIN DOURAS
It's time for me to be going home. I should be seeing
Ellen. _(He rises)_
MURTAGH COSGAR
Stay where you are. _(Turning round)_ We're two old
men, as you say. We should keep each other's company for a bit.
MARTIN DOURAS
I should be going home to see Ellen.
MURTAGH COSGAR
If she's going, you can't stay her. Let you keep here.
MARTIN DOURAS
She'll be wondering what happened to me.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Divil a bit it will trouble her. You're going to the
fair anyway?
MARTIN DOURAS
I have no heart to be going into a fair.
MURTAGH COSGAR
It's myself used to have the great heart. Driving in
on my own side-car, and looking down on the crowd of them. It's
twenty years since I took a sup of drink. Oh, we'll have drinking
to-morrow that will soften the oul' skin of you. You'll be singing
songs about the Trojans to charm every baste in the fair.
MARTIN DOURAS
We're both old men, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR
And is there any reason in your scholarship why oul'
men should be dry men? Answer me that!
MARTIN DOURAS
I won't answer you at all, Murtagh Cosgar. There's no
use in talking to you.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Put it down on a piece of paper that oul' men should
have light hearts when their care is gone from them.
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