Scene, as before. Brilliant morning light. Christy, looking bright and cheerful, is cleaning a girls boots.
Christy (to himself, counting jugs on dresser). Half a hundred beyond. Ten there. A score thats above. Eighty jugs. Six cups and a broken one. Two plates. A power of glasses. Bottles, a school-masterd be hard set to count, and enough in them, Im thinking, to drunken all the wealth and wisdom of the County Clare. (He puts down the boot carefully.) Theres her boots now, nice and decent for her evening use, and isnt it grand brushes she has? (He puts them down and goes by degrees to the looking-glass.) Well, thisd be a fine place to be my whole life talking out with swearing Christians, in place of my old dogs and cat, and I stalking around, smoking my pipe and drinking my fill, and never a days work but drawing a cork an odd time, or wiping a glass, or rinsing out a shiny tumbler for a decent man. (He takes the looking-glass from the wall and puts it on the back of a chair; then sits down in front of it and begins washing his face.) Didnt I know rightly I was handsome, though it was the divils own mirror we had beyond, would twist a squint across an angels brow; and Ill be growing fine from this day, the way Ill have a soft lovely skin on me and wont be the like of the clumsy young fellows do be ploughing all times in the earth and dung. (He starts.) Is she coming again? (He looks out.) Stranger girls. God help me, wherell I hide myself away and my long neck naked to the world? (He looks out.) Id best go to the room maybe till Im dressed again.
He gathers up his coat and the looking-glass, and runs into the inner room. The door is pushed open, and Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on door.
Susan Theres nobody in it. (Knocks again.)
Nelly (pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Tansey). Itd be early for them both to be out walking the hill.
Susan Im thinking Shawn Keogh was making game of us and theres no such man in it at all.
Honor (pointing to straw and quilt). Look at that. Hes been sleeping there in the night. Well, itll be a hard case if hes gone off now, the way well never set our eyes on a man killed his father, and we after rising early and destroying ourselves running fast on the hill.
Nelly Are you thinking thems his boots?
Sara (taking them up). If they are, there should be his fathers track on them. Did you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed and drip?
Susan Is that blood there, Sara Tansey?
Sara (smelling it.) Thats bog water, Im thinking, but its his own they are surely, for I never seen the like of them for whitey mud, and red mud, and turf on them, and the fine sands of the sea. That mans been walking, Im telling you.
She goes down right, putting on one of his boots.
Susan (going to window. Maybe hes stolen off to Belmullet with the boots of Michael James, and youd have a right so to follow after him, Sara Tansey, and you the one yoked the ass cart and drove ten miles to set your eyes on the man bit the yellow ladys nostril on the northern shore.
(She looks out.)
Sara (running to window with one boot on). Dont be talking, and we fooled to-day. (Putting on other boot.) Theres a pair do fit me well, and Ill be keeping them for walking to the priest, when youd be ashamed this place, going up winter and summer with nothing worth while to confess at all.
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