MOLL. My darlin’ Paddy! Lord, but that’s a noble trick.... I’ll brush them like a new pin and take them round under my apron. PADDY. By my sowl, if we have to get out cheap, the Kilroys ’ill have to come in dear. I’ll salt it to the very bone. MOLL. Hide the collar and tie.... I hear someone coming in.... _PEGGY comes in._ PEGGY. Where is Mr. O’Cahan? MOLL. In the kitchen, honey. PEGGY. Anyone with him? MOLL. A Professor of Theeology. PADDY. Mind your tongue now, Moll. PEGGY. It’s all right, Paddy. Moll wouldn’t sting me. MOLL. God knows I wouldn’t. I love the ground you walk on. PEGGY. Tell Mr. O’Cahan to come here, Moll. You needn’t say who wants him. MOLL. Not a word, dear. [_Going, but turns back_] Do you like my new dress, Miss Peggy? PEGGY. Very much indeed, Moll. It’s quite smart. MOLL. It’s a thought too stylish for the likes of me, but it’s a good fault. The hat to match it is in the bag. Show it to her, Paddy. [_Goes out._] PADDY [_very serious_]. Are you going to marry him, Peggy? PEGGY. I’m afraid not, Paddy. Things have gone against us. PADDY. That’s the very time to lay your cheek to the mane and ride for your life ... when the race is all but lost. PEGGY. It’s not so easy, Paddy. PADDY. O’Cahan always rides hardest in the rocky field.... You’ll never find a mate like Hugh O’Cahan. PEGGY. I know it. PADDY. And such an archangel on a horse! Lord, ’twas a pome to watch him taking the stone wall. And the double-bank, he’d touch it as light and airy as a thistledown.... PEGGY. I know, Paddy. I know. PADDY. Says the white-haired Judge, tucking the red roseatte in the bridle, “I’ve never in the coorse of a long life,” says he, “beheld such classical leppin.” ... That was a day! PEGGY. I know, Paddy. PADDY. Did I ever tell you the story about the big brown horse, Havoc, the time he gave a great lunge and pulled O’Cahan out of the saddle and up on his neck?... PEGGY. You did, Paddy. You told me all about it ... several times.... You’ll have to excuse me, Paddy. I want a few words privately with Hugh.... PADDY. Certainly. I’ll pull out the minute he comes in.... But do what I tell you now. Go with him wherever he goes. He’s only five-and-twenty. Put your money on O’Cahan, Peggy. At thirty he’ll be one of the successful men of the world.... [_He dries the sweat off his brow._] PEGGY. He’s a three-quarter Vet. as it is. Why doesn’t he finish? PADDY. Aye--to vet Ford cars.... It’s disgusting! The blight is upon us, Peggy. The horse is going, the O’Cahans are going, and the Paddy Kinneys are doomed.... It’s Ireland’s tragedy, but she doesn’t know it. PEGGY. I hear him coming, Paddy. PADDY. All right, I’m going. But don’t forget Paddy Kinney’s warning, or you’ll never know happiness again. Without O’Cahan by your side you won’t know the summer from the winter but by the leaves on the bushes....