GRANAHAN.

Robbie John are you daft. What wild nonsense are ye talkin' about. And
you to be married at Christmas and everythin' settled about you this
very day.

ROBBIE JOHN.

I am determined to do it. Nothin' can keep me back.

JOHN GRAEME.

There. That's enough. My daughter jilted by a Granahan! Come home out
o' this Jane Graeme.

[He stamps his foot angrily and beckons
her to come. Jane moves past Robbie
John where he is standing and then
suddenly kisses him and goes out with
her father.]

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Passionately.]

You see what you ha'e done Robert John Granahan. Broken your parents'
hearts, and made the name of the Granahans a disgrace to the
countryside.

[Wildly.]

Quick d--n ye before it's too late.

ROBBIE JOHN.

My mind's made up. Give me the address of that Professor you told me
of, Mr. Taylor.

TAYLOR.

You're a fool, Robbie.

[Producing card and handing it to him.]

There. That's it.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

There's time yet, man. After John Graeme, and make it up wi' him.
Swear you were only makin' fun.

ROBBIE JOHN.

I stick by the fiddle.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

[Mad with anger.]

Then stick by the fiddle. And know if ever you are weary or ahungered
or in want, ye need nivir look me for any help.

[Shouts.]

Out you go. Out. Don't dar one of you as much as till take his hand.
Out. Out the same as the beggar man gone, wi' the curse of your father
on you.

[Robbie John goes toward back and stands
a moment as if in silent appeal at the
open door. Mrs. Granahan rushes forward
to her husband as if to entreat mercy.
He angrily puts her away.]

Out. Out you go.

CURTAIN.

EPILOGUE.

The same scene, about midnight. There is no light except that
of one or two candles and the turf fire. Grandfather seated
at fire. William John Gra