isn't it a grand thing when you hear a living man saying a good
word of a dead man, and he mad dying?

TRAMP
It's the truth I'm saying, God spare his soul.

[He puts the needle under the collar of his coat, and settles
himself to sleep in the chimney-corner. Nora sits down at the
table; their backs are turned to the bed.]

MICHEAL
[Looking at her with a queer look.] I heard tell this day, Nora
Burke, that it was on the path below Patch Darcy would be passing
up and passing down, and I heard them say he'ld never past it
night or morning without speaking with yourself.

NORA
[In a low voice.] It was no lie you heard, Micheal Dara.

MICHEAL
I'm thinking it's a power of men you're after knowing if it's in
a lonesome place you live itself.

NORA
[Giving him his tea.] It's in a lonesome place you do have to be
talking with some one, and looking for some one, in the evening
of the day, and if it's a power of men I'm after knowing they
were fine men, for I was a hard child to please, and a hard girl
to please (she looks at him a little sternly), and it's a hard
woman I am to please this day, Micheal Dara, and it's no lie I'm