DENIS. You’d try to smuggle them out if you could! But you’ll not fool Denis! I’ll stand outby and watch the house--if I stand for a week! [_He goes out back._] PAUL [_speaks up to the ceiling_]. If you’re up there, for heaven’s sake lie low.... For Denis is out for blood. _DAISY MULLAN comes in back._ DAISY. Say, Paul Twyning, I’m in a power of trouble, and I gotta talk to someone or bust. PAUL. Well--talk. It’s more humane than the other. [_Points upstairs._] But don’t talk too loud, for Dan Deegan and Rose are hiding up there from Denis.... DAISY. Denis is waiting outside. He sure looks wild.... But that ain’t my trouble, I don’t mind telling you I’ve got myself in the soup with both feet. [_Glances upwards_] They couldn’t hear me up there, could they? PAUL. Not if you talk in that key. DAISY. I don’t know how it is, but I got a hunch that you’re the sort of feller would stick to a gel in trouble.... PAUL. Go easy, now. I’m a plasterer myself. DAISY. Waal, I ain’t no plasterer. Nor I ain’t joshing, neither. I’m too blamed unhappy right now. I’m waiting every minute to be arrested.... PAUL [_astonished_]. Arrested! Taken into custody? A prisoner? For what, in the name of the whole Twelve Apostles? DAISY [_breaks down_]. About that bank draft.... It was faked up. I thought it would have to go back to America, and that would gimme time to skip ... but seems it was spotted in London.... [_Sobs._] PAUL. My sowl, this is a bad onion! DAISY. It’s frightful.... The bank manager sent for me and old Deegan ... but I was too skeert to go in.... Oh, I dunno whadda do.... [_Sobs loudly._] PAUL. Now listen to me. Whatever else a lady may do in my presence, she mustn’t dissolve in tears ... for that would render me as soft in the brain as Dan Deegan himself. [_Sits down beside her._] May I call you “Daisy,” just to comfort you? DAISY. If you like.... Sure you ain’t married? PAUL. Glory be to God, no. I’ve been the whole seven kinds of galoot, but I’m still single. DAISY. I don’t want no joshing. I want help. PAUL. Very well now. If you dry your eyes and promise not to wet them again, I’ll see what can be done. But if you do another weep, I’ll take to my heels, and you’ll never see me again. DAISY [_pulls herself together_]. Waal, I’ll try to.... But I’m in a power of trouble.... I ain’t a professional crook. PAUL. That’s obvious ... or you wouldn’t break down over a trifle like this. DAISY. I was trying to get even with old Deegan, but my plans miscarried and landed me in the wash.... The goldarned old grabber! he was the means of me quitting home at first. He grabbed our bit of land and left us high and dry. PAUL. So I’ve been told. Then, I suppose, you meant to marry ould Deegan and grab the whole ninety-five acres?