Lord.

MARTIN DOUL. We aren't afeard, holy father.

SAINT. It's many a time those that are cured with the well of
the four beauties of God lose their sight when a time is gone,
but those I cure a second time go on seeing till the hour of
death. (He takes the cover from his can.) I've a few drops only
left of the water, but, with the help of God, It'll be enough for
the two of you, and let you kneel down now upon the road. [Martin
Doul wheels round with Mary Doul and tries to get away.

SAINT. You can kneel down here, I'm saying, we'll not trouble
this time going to the church.

TIMMY -- [turning Martin Doul round, angrily.] -- Are you going
mad in your head, Martin Doul? It's here you're to kneel. Did
you not hear his reverence, and he speaking to you now?

SAINT. Kneel down, I'm saying, the ground's dry at your feet.

MARTIN DOUL -- [with distress.] -- Let you go on your own way,
holy father. We're not calling you at all.

SAINT. I'm not saying a word of pen- ance, or fasting itself,
for I'm thinking the Lord has brought you great teaching in the
blindness of your eyes; so you've no call now to be fearing me,
but let you kneel down till I give you your sight.

MARTIN DOUL -- [more troubled.] -- We're not asking our sight,