TRAMP
[With a queer look.] Is it herself, master of the house, and she
a grand woman to talk?

DAN
It's herself, surely, it's a bad wife she is -- a bad wife for an
old man, and I'm getting old, God help me, though I've an arm to
me still. (He takes the stick in his hand.) Let you wait now a
short while, and it's a great sight you'll see in this room in
two hours or three. (He stops to listen.) Is that somebody
above?

TRAMP
[Listening.] There's a voice speaking on the path.

DAN
Put that stick here in the bed and smooth the sheet the way it
was lying. (He covers himself up hastily.) Be falling to sleep
now and don't let on you know anything, or I'll be having your
life. I wouldn't have told you at all but it's destroyed with
the drouth I was.

TRAMP
[Covering his head.] Have no fear, master of the house. What is
it I know of the like of you that I'ld be saying a word or
putting out my hand to stay you at all? [He goes back to the
fire, sits down on a stool with his back to the bed and goes on
stitching his coat.]

DAN