_Bartley:_ What are you saying, Mary? I tell you—— _Mrs. Fallon:_ Don’t say a word! I won’t listen to any word you’ll say! (_Stops her ears._) O, isn’t he the treacherous villain? Ohone go deo! _Bartley:_ Be quiet till I speak! Listen to what I say! _Mrs. Fallon:_ Sitting beside me on the ass car coming to the town, so quiet and so respectable, and treachery like that in his heart! _Bartley:_ Is it your wits you have lost or is it I myself that have lost my wits? _Mrs. Fallon:_ And it’s hard I earned you, slaving, slaving—and you grumbling, and sighing, and coughing, and discontented, and the priest wore out anointing you, with all the times you threatened to die! _Bartley:_ Let you be quiet till I tell you! _Mrs. Fallon:_ You to bring such a disgrace into the parish. A thing that was never heard of before! _Bartley:_ Will you shut your mouth and hear me speaking? _Mrs. Fallon:_ And if it was for any sort of a fine handsome woman, but for a little fistful of a woman like Kitty Keary, that’s not four feet high hardly, and not three teeth in her head unless she got new ones! May God reward you, Bartley Fallon, for the black treachery in your heart and the wickedness in your mind, and the red blood of poor Jack Smith that is wet upon your hand! (_Voice of Jack Smith heard singing._) The sea shall be dry, The earth under mourning and ban! Then loud shall he cry For the wife of the red-haired man! _Bartley:_ It’s Jack Smith’s voice—I never knew a ghost to sing before——. It is after myself and the fork he is coming! (_Goes back. Enter Jack Smith._) Let one of you give him the fork and I will be clear of him now and for eternity! _Mrs. Tarpey:_ The Lord have mercy on us! Red Jack Smith! The man that was going to be waked! _James Ryan:_ Is it back from the grave you are come? _Shawn Early:_ Is it alive you are, or is it dead you are? _Tim Casey:_ Is it yourself at all that’s in it? _Mrs. Tully:_ Is it letting on you were to be dead? _Mrs. Fallon:_ Dead or alive, let you stop Kitty Keary, your wife, from bringing my man away with her to America! _Jack Smith:_ It is what I think, the wits are gone astray on the whole of you. What would my wife want bringing Bartley Fallon to America? _Mrs. Fallon:_ To leave yourself, and to get quit of you she wants, Jack Smith, and to bring him away from myself. That’s what the two of them had settled together. _Jack Smith:_ I’ll break the head of any man that says that! Who is it says it? (_To Tim Casey:_) Was it you said it? (_To Shawn Early:_) Was it you? _All together:_ (_Backing and shaking their heads._) It wasn’t I said it! _Jack Smith:_ Tell me the name of any man that said it! _All together:_ (_Pointing to Bartley._) It was _him_ that said it! _Jack Smith:_ Let me at him till I break his head! (_Bartley backs in terror. Neighbours hold Jack Smith back._)