[Under the sheet, querulously.] Stranger.

TRAMP
[Quickly.] Whisht, whisht. Be quiet I'm telling you, they're
coming now at the door.

[Nora comes in with Micheal Dara, a tall, innocent young man
behind her.]

NORA
I wasn't long at all, stranger, for I met himself on the path.

TRAMP
You were middling long, lady of the house.

NORA
There was no sign from himself?

TRAMP
No sign at all, lady of the house.

NORA
[To Micheal.] Go over now and pull down the sheet, and look on
himself, Micheal Dara, and you'll see it's the truth I'm telling
you.

MICHEAL
I will not, Nora, I do be afeard of the dead. [He sits down on a
stool next the table facing the tramp. Nora puts the kettle on a
lower hook of the pot-hooks, and piles turf under it.]