ANNA--[In anguish] Mat! [But he turns without another word and strides out of the doorway. ANNA looks after him wildly, starts to run after him, then hides her face in her outstretched arms, sobbing. CHRIS stands in a stupor, staring at the floor.] CHRIS--[After a pause, dully.] Ay tank Ay go ashore, too. ANNA--[Looking up, wildly.] Not after him! Let him go! Don't you dare-- CHRIS--[Somberly.] Ay go for gat drink. ANNA--[With a harsh laugh.] So I'm driving you to drink, too, eh? I s'pose you want to get drunk so's you can forget--like him? CHRIS--[Bursting out angrily.] Yes, Ay vant! You tank Ay like hear dem tangs. [Breaking down--weeping.] Ay tank you vasn't dat kind of gel, Anna. ANNA--[Mockingly.] And I s'pose you want me to beat it, don't you? You don't want me here disgracing you, I s'pose? CHRIS--No, you stay here! [Goes over and pats her on the shoulder, the tears running down his face.] Ain't your fault, Anna, Ay know dat. [She looks up at him, softened. He bursts into rage.] It's dat ole davil, sea, do this to me! [He shakes his fist at the door.] It's her dirty tricks! It vas all right on barge with yust you and me. Den she bring dat Irish fallar in fog, she make you like him, she make you fight with me all time! If dat Irish fallar don't never come, you don't never tal me dem tangs, Ay don't never know, and every tang's all right. [He shakes his fist again,] Dirty ole davil! ANNA--[With spent weariness.] Oh, what's the use? Go on ashore and get drunk. CHRIS--[Goes into room on left and gets his cap. He goes to the door, silent and stupid--then turns.] You vait here, Anna? ANNA--[Dully] Maybe--and maybe not. Maybe I'll get drunk, too. Maybe I'll--But what the hell do you care what I do? Go on and beat it. [CHRIS turns stupidly and goes out. ANNA sits at the table, staring straight in front of her.] [The Curtain Falls] ACT IV SCENE--Same as Act Three, about nine o'clock of a foggy night two days later. The whistles of steamers in the harbor can be heard. The cabin is lighted by a small lamp on the table. A suitcase stands in the middle of the floor. ANNA is sitting in the rocking-chair. She wears a hat, is all dressed up as in Act One. Her face is pale, looks terribly tired and worn, as if the two days just past had been ones of suffering and sleepless nights. She stares before her despondently, her chin in her hands. There is a timid knock on the door in rear. ANNA jumps to her feet with a startled exclamation and looks toward the door with an expression of mingled hope and fear. ANNA--[Faintly.] Come in. [Then summoning her courage--more resolutely.] Come in. [The door is opened and CHRIS appears in the doorway. He is in a very bleary, bedraggled condition, suffering from the after effects of his drunk. A tin pail full of foaming beer is in his hand. He comes forward, his eyes avoiding ANNA'S. He mutters stupidly.] It's foggy.