having to go like this, looking like beggars.

STRANGER (pointing to the signpost). And beggars are not allowed in
this parish. Why must that be stuck up in large letters here?

LADY. It's been there as long as I can remember. Think of it, I've
not been back since I was a child. And In those days I found the
way short and the hills lower. The trees, too, were smaller, and I
think I used to hear birds singing.

STRANGER. Birds sang all the year for you then! Now they only sing
in the spring--and autumn's not far off. But in those days you used
to dance along this endless way of Calvaries, plucking flowers at
the feet of the crosses. (A horn in the distance.) What's that?

LADY. My grandfather coming back from shooting. A good old man.
Let's go on and reach the house by dark.

STRANGER. Is it still far?

LADY. No. Only across the hills and over the river.

STRANGER. Is that the river I hear?

LADY. The river by which I was born and brought up. I was eighteen
before I crossed over to this bank, to see what was in the blue of
the distance. ... Now I've seen.

STRANGER. You're weeping!