Sally, _a stor_, I'm that fluttered, I dread going into my
own house.
SALLY
I'll get ready now, and let you have a good supper before you
go to the fair.
MARTIN DOURAS
Sit down near me, and let me hear everything, Sally.
Was it Matt that told you, or were you talking to Ellen herself?
SALLY
O, indeed, I had a talk with Ellen, but she won't give much of
her mind away. It was Matt that was telling me. "Indeed she's not
going," said he, "and a smart young fellow like myself thinking of
her. Ellen is too full of notions." Here's Matt himself. Father
won't have a word to say to him. He's getting mild as he's getting
ould, and maybe it's a fortune he'll be leaving to myself.
_Matt comes to the door. He enters_.
MATT
Where is he? He's not gone to the fair so early?
SALLY
He's in the room.
MATT
Were you talking to him at all? Were you telling him you saw
myself?
SALLY
I was telling him that you were coming back.
MATT
How did he take it?
SALLY
Very quiet. God help us all; I think father's losing his spirit.
MATT
_(going to Martin)_ Well, you see I've come back, Martin.
MARTIN DOURAS
Ay, you're a good lad. I always said you were a good
lad.
MATT
How did father take it, Martin?
MARTIN DOURAS
Quietly, quietly. You saw Ellen?
MATT
Ay, I saw Ellen _(gloomily)_. She shouldn't talk the way she
talks, Martin.
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