PATRICK [_reaching for DAN_]. For two straws I’d bring the win’pipe out in my hand! I see it all now. You were sitting humpt up beside her the whole night of the dance.... It’s you has riz the devil in the ould man.... [_Reaches again._] I’ll fetch the win’pipe.... DAN. Don’t touch me now! I’m in flames, if I’ll stand it. PAUL. Leave Dan alone, Patrick. Isn’t he well enough punished, and he about to be shipped to a foreign shore? _JIM DEEGAN, a thin boy of eighteen, comes in from the bar._ JIM. I say, I say! My granda’s away driving up the street, with a woman in the trap.... PATRICK. And did he not think worth his while to stop at the door? JIM. He never looked in as much as. PAUL. He’s taking Daisy up to the bank. She has a Yankee draft to cash, and he’s going to endorse it. PATRICK. He’ll rue that, by Mozes! I never seen a Yankee draft yet worth tuppence. [_To JIM_] Away you out to the bar, boy.... Away now, afore I lift something and split your skull. JIM. What’s wrong, da? PATRICK. Away, and don’t ask so many questions. You’d talk as much as your mother.... Away--afore I lift this table and brain you. JIM. Is my granda going to marry that woman, da? PATRICK. Aye, he wants a wife instead of a coffin.... Go on, now, like a good wee son, and mind the bar. That’s a boy! JIM. And will he not lay me the farm--and me called for him? DAN. Flames to you! what right have you to the farm? JIM. Da, won’t you.... PATRICK. Will you go and mind the bar? [_Makes a race at him._] By Mozes, I’ll lame you! [_JIM runs out._] Your mother has you spoiled. PAUL [_rising_]. I don’t want the ould man to know I’m in the town at all, for he left me plastering the parlour room.... I’ll sit in the kitchen and sip a bottle of stout.... Come along, Dan. _PAUL and DAN go off right._ PATRICK. This is a tragedy! Daisy Mullan ’ill revenge herself on me.... MRS. DEEGAN [_rising_]. What has Daisy Mullan against you? PATRICK. I coorted her awhile about thirty years ago. MRS. DEEGAN. Och, she was lucky didn’t get you. She’ll have forgot all about it. PATRICK. Will she indeed! She’ll mind it rightly. [_Looks wild._] I’ll go and get blind drunk.... MRS. DEEGAN. You’ll do nothing of the kind. You’ll leave everything to me. Who knows but this is all for good? If he ships Dan, we might be able to stop the wedding, and then Jim would get the farm after all. PATRICK. If you can manage that I’ll buy you the best pair of slippers in Ballybullion. I will, by Mozes! _JIM rushes in._ JIM. I say, I say! My granda’s away into the yard ... the woman’s in the bank. And Denis M’Gothigan and his daughter Rose is away into Attorney Dawson’s.... MRS. DEEGAN. Well, well! One thing at once. You’re like all the Deegans--you won’t make anything smaller. [_To PATRICK_] Go out, Patrick, and help your father to put in the mare ... and don’t let on you know a ha’porth.