NORA
[Goes on slowly without hearing him.] It's a pitiful thing to be
getting old, but it's a queer thing surely. It's a queer thing
to see an old man sitting up there in his bed with no teeth in
him, and a rough word in his mouth, and his chin the way it would
take the bark from the edge of an oak board you'ld have building
a door. . . . God forgive me, Micheal Dara, we'll all be getting
old, but it's a queer thing surely.

MICHEAL
It's too lonesome you are from living a long time with an old
man, Nora, and you're talking again like a herd that would be
coming down from the thick mist (he puts his arm round her), but
it's a fine life you'll have now with a young man, a fine life
surely. . . . [Dan sneezes violently. Micheal tries to get to
the door, but before he can do so, Dan jumps out of the bed in
queer white clothes, with his stick in his hand, and goes over
and puts his back against it.]

MICHEAL
Son of God deliver us. [Crosses himself, and goes backward across
the room.]

DAN
[Holding up his hand at him.] Now you'll not marry her the time
I'm rotting below in the Seven Churches, and you'll see the thing
I'll give you will follow you on the back mountains when the wind
is high.

MICHEAL