seizes her and kisses her.]

Teresa, without losing her Irish dignity, takes the kiss as
appreciatively as a connoisseur might take a glass of wine, and
sits down with him on the garden seat,

TERESA [as he squeezes her waist]. Thank God the priest can't see
us here!

O'FLAHERTY. It's little they care for priests in France, alanna.

TERESA. And what had the queen on her, Denny, when she spoke to
you in the palace?

O'FLAHERTY. She had a bonnet on without any strings to it. And
she had a plakeen of embroidery down her bosom. And she had her
waist where it used to be, and not where the other ladies had it.
And she had little brooches in her ears, though she hadn't half
the jewelry of Mrs Sullivan that keeps the popshop in Drumpogue.
And she dresses her hair down over her forehead, in a fringe
like. And she has an Irish look about her eyebrows. And she
didn't know what to say to me, poor woman! and I didn't know what
to say to her, God help me!

TERESA. You'll have a pension now with the Cross, won't you,
Denny?

O'FLAHERTY. Sixpence three farthings a day.

TERESA. That isn't much.