CONN
I suppose we must.

  He moves about restlessly.

ANNE
And I was just thinking that one of us ought to go to Arvach on
Tuesday, and get the things there.

CONN
The mean, odious creatures!

  Anne is startled.  She turns from dresser.

ANNE
What are you thinking of, father?

CONN That den of robbers.  Well, well, I’m finished with them now; but I’m a proud man, and a passionate man, and I’ll be even with them yet.

ANNE
There’s no comfort in going into rough places.

CONN
You know nothing at all about it.  Were the men in yet?

ANNE
James Moynihan was here, because he had to go away early; but
Brian MacConnell is outside still.  Father, you were home late two
nights this week.

CONN And is a man to have no life to himself?  But sure you know nothing at all about it.  I’m going out now to give Brian MacConnell a hand.

ANNE
It’s hardly worth while going out now.

CONN There’s still light enough to do a bit of mowing, and you ought to know that it isn’t right to neglect the boy that’s come to do a day’s work with you. (Going to the door) Many’s the day I put in with the scythe in Ireland, and in England too; I did more than stroll with the fiddle, and I saw more places than where fiddling brought me. (Brian MacConnell comes to the door) I was just going out to you, Brian.  I was telling the girl here that it’s not right to neglect the boy that’s giving you a day’s work out of his own goodness.

BRIAN
I’m only coming in for a light.

CONN
As you’re here now, rest yourself.

Brian MacConnell comes in, and goes over to the hearth.  He is dark and good-looking, and has something reckless in his look.  He wears corduroy trousers, and a shirt loose at the neck.  Anne comes to Brian.  Conn stands at entrance, his back turned.

BRIAN
(lighting his pipe with a coal) When do you expect Maire back?

ANNE
She’ll be here soon.  Shell give you a call if you’re outside,

BRIAN
How is it you couldn’t keep James Moynihan?

ANNE
It’s because you didn’t say the good word for me, I must think. 
Be sure you praise me the next time you’re working together.

BRIAN
Will you do as much for me?

ANNE
Indeed, I will, Brian.  Myself and another are making a devotion
to Saint Anthony.

BRIAN
And what would that be for?

ANNE
That the Saint might send us good comrades.

BRIAN
I thought it was Saint Joseph did that for the girls.

ANNE
Sure we couldn’t be asking the like from him.  We couldn’t talk
to Saint Joseph that way.  We want a nice young saint to be looking at.

  Conn turns from the door.

CONN
(bitterly) It’ll be a poor season, Brian MacConnell.