ing to speak with plaintive intensity), for it's of many a fine
thing your voice would put a poor dark fellow in mind, and the day I'd
hear it it's of little else at all I would be thinking.

MOLLY BYRNE. I'll tell your wife if you talk to me the like of that....
You've heard, maybe, she's below picking nettles for the widow O'Flinn,
who took great pity on her when she seen the two of you fighting, and
yourself putting shame on her at the crossing of the roads.

MARTIN DOUL -- [impatiently.] -- Is there no living person can speak a
score of words to me, or say "God speed you," itself, without putting me
in mind of the old woman, or that day either at Grianan?

MOLLY BYRNE -- [maliciously.] -- I was thinking it should be a fine
thing to put you in mind of the day you called the grand day of your
life.

MARTIN DOUL. Grand day, is it? (Plaintively again, throwing aside his
work, and leaning towards her.) Or a bad black day when I was roused up
and found I was the like of the little children do be listening to the
stories of an old woman, and do be dreaming after in the dark night that
it's in grand houses of gold they are, with speckled horses to ride, and
do be waking again, in a short while, and they destroyed with the cold,
and the thatch dripping, maybe, and the starved ass braying in the yard?

MOLLY BYRNE -- [working indifferently.] -- You've great romancing this
day, Martin Doul. Was it up at the still you were at the fall of night?

MARTIN DOUL -- [stands up, comes towards her, but stands at far (right)
side of well.] -- It was not, Molly Byrne, but lying down in a little
rickety shed.... Lying down across a sop of straw, and I thinking I was
seeing you walk, and hearing the sound of your step on a dry road, and
hearing you again, and you laughing and making great talk in a high room
with dry timber lining the roof. For it's a fine sound your voice has
that time, and it's better I am, I'm thinking, lying down, the way
a blind man does be lying, than to be sitting here in the gray light
taking hard words of Timmy the smith.

MOLLY BYRNE -- [looking at him with interest.] -- It's queer talk you
have if it's a little, old, shabby stump of a man you are itself.

MARTIN DOUL. I'm not so old as you do hear them say.

MOLLY BYRNE. You're old, I'm thinking, to be talking that talk with a
girl.

MARTIN DOUL -- [despondingly.] -- It's not a lie you're telling, maybe,
for it's long years I'm after losing from the wo