ANNA--Think I've ever paid any attention to all his crazy bull? Gee, you must take me for a five-year-old kid. BURKE--[Puzzled and beginning to be irritated at her too.] I don't know how to take you, with your saying this one minute and that the next. ANNA--Well, he has nothing to do with it. BURKE--Then what is it has? Tell me, and don't keep me waiting and sweating blood. ANNA--[Resolutely] I can't tell you--and I won't. I got a good reason--and that's all you need to know. I can't marry you, that's all there is to it. [Distractedly.] So, for Gawd's sake, let's talk of something else. BURKE--I'll not! [Then fearfully.] Is it married to someone else you are--in the West maybe? ANNA--[Vehemently.] I should say not. BURKE--[Regaining his courage.] To the divil with all other reasons then. They don't matter with me at all. [He gets to his feet confidently, assuming a masterful tone.] I'm thinking you're the like of them women can't make up their mind till they're drove to it. Well, then, I'll make up your mind for you bloody quick. [He takes her by the arms, grinning to soften his serious bullying.] We've had enough of talk! Let you be going into your room now and be dressing in your best and we'll be going ashore. CHRIS--[Aroused--angrily.] No, py God, she don't do that! [Takes hold of her arm.] ANNA--[Who has listened to BURKE in astonishment. She draws away from him, instinctively repelled by his tone, but not exactly sure if he is serious or not--a trace of resentment in her voice.] Say, where do you get that stuff? BURKE--[Imperiously.] Never mind, now! Let you go get dressed, I'm saying, [Then turning to CHRIS.] We'll be seeing who'll win in the end--me or you. CHRIS--[To ANNA--also in an authoritative tone.] You stay right here, Anna, you hear! [ANNA stands looking from one to the other of them as if she thought they had both gone crazy. Then the expression of her face freezes into the hardened sneer of her experience.] BURKE--[Violently.] She'll not! She'll do what I say! You've had your hold on her long enough. It's my turn now. ANNA--[With a hard laugh.] Your turn? Say, what am I, anyway? BURKE--'Tis not what you are, 'tis what you're going to be this day--and that's wedded to me before night comes. Hurry up now with your dressing. CHRIS--[Commandingly.] You don't do one tang he say, Anna! [ANNA laughs mockingly.] BURKE--She will, so! CHRIS--Ay tal you she don't! Ay'm her fa'der. BURKE--She will in spite of you. She's taking my orders from this out, not yours. ANNA--[Laughing again.] Orders is good! BURKE--[Turning to her impatiently.] Hurry up now, and shake a leg. We've no time to be wasting. [Irritated as she doesn't move.] Do you hear what I'm telling you? CHRIS--You stay dere, Anna!