Country public-house or shebeen, very rough and untidy. There is a sort of counter on the right with shelves, holding many bottles and jugs, just seen above it. Empty barrels stand near the counter. At back, a little to left of counter, there is a door into the open air, then, more to the left, there is a settle with shelves above it, with more jugs, and a table beneath a window. At the left there is a large open fire-place, with turf fire, and a small door into inner room. Pegeen, a wild looking but fine girl, of about twenty, is writing at table. She is dressed in the usual peasant dress.
Pegeen (slowly as she writes.) Six yards of stuff for to make a yellow gown. A pair of lace boots with lengthy heels on them and brassy eyes. A hat is suited for a wedding-day. A fine tooth comb. To be sent with three barrels of porter in Jimmy Farrells creel cart on the evening of the coming Fair to Mister Michael James Flaherty. With the best compliments of this season. Margaret Flaherty.
Shawn Keogh (a fat and fair young man comes in as she signs, looks round awkwardly, when he sees she is alone). Wheres himself?
Pegeen (without looking at him). Hes coming. (She directs letter.) To Mister Sheamus Mulroy, Wine and Spirit Dealer, Castlebar.
Shawn (uneasily). I didnt see him on the road.
Pegeen How would you see him (licks stamp and puts it on letter) and it dark night this half hour gone by?
Shawn (turning towards the door again). I stood a while outside wondering would I have a right to pass on or to walk in and see you, Pegeen Mike (comes to fire), and I could hear the cows breathing, and sighing in the stillness of the air, and not a step moving any place from this gate to the bridge.
Pegeen (putting letter in envelope). Its above at the cross-roads he is, meeting Philly Cullen; and a couple more are going along with him to Kate Cassidys wake.
Shawn (looking at her blankly). And hes going that length in the dark night?
Pegeen (impatiently). He is surely, and leaving me lonesome on the scruff of the hill. (She gets up and puts envelope on dresser, then winds clock). Isnt it long the nights are now, Shawn Keogh, to be leaving a poor girl with her own self counting the hours to the dawn of day?
Shawn (with awkward humour). If it is, when were wedded in a short while youll have no call to complain, for Ive little will to be walking off to wakes or weddings in the darkness of the night.
Pegeen (with rather scornful good-humour). Youre making mighty certain, Shaneen, that Ill wed you now.
Shawn Arent we after making a good bargain, the way were only waiting these days on Father Reillys dispensation from the bishops, or the Court of Rome.
Pegeen (looking at him teasingly, washing up at dresser). Its a wonder, Shaneen, the Holy Fatherd be taking notice of the likes of you; for if I was him I wouldnt bother with this place where youll meet none but Red Linahan, has a squint in his eye, and Patcheen is lame in his heel, or the mad Mulrannies were driven from California and they lost in their wits. Were a queer lot these times to go troubling the Holy Father on his sacred seat.
Shawn (scandalized). If we are, were as good this place as another, maybe, and as good these times as we were for ever.
Pegeen (with scorn). As good, is it? Where now will you meet the like of Daneen Sullivan knocked the eye from a peeler, or Marcus Quin, God rest him, got six months for maiming ewes, and he a great
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