NORA
[With interest.] You knew Darcy?

TRAMP
Wasn't I the last one heard his living voice in the whole world?

NORA
There were great stories of what was heard at that time, but
would any one believe the things they do be saying in the glen?

TRAMP
It was no lie, lady of the house. . . . I was passing below on a
dark night the like of this night, and the sheep were lying under
the ditch and every one of them coughing, and choking, like an
old man, with the great rain and the fog. Then I heard a thing
talking -- queer talk, you wouldn't believe at all, and you out
of your dreams, -- and "Merciful God," says I, "if I begin
hearing the like of that voice out of the thick mist, I'm
destroyed surely." Then I run, and I run, and I run, till I was
below in Rathvanna. I got drunk that night, I got drunk in the
morning, and drunk the day after, -- I was coming from the races
beyond -- and the third day they found Darcy. . . . Then I knew
it was himself I was after hearing, and I wasn't afeard any more.

NORA
[Speaking sorrowfully and slowly.] God spare Darcy, he'ld always
look in here and he passing up or passing down, and it's very
lonesome I was after him a long while (she looks over at the bed
and lowers her voice, speaking very clearly,) and then I got