CARMODY (_resuming his walk_). And who else is there, let me think? Oh, Mary--she's the same as ever, you can see for yourself. EILEEN (_bitterly_). The same? Oh, no! CARMODY. She's grown, you mean? I suppose. You'd notice, not seeing her so long? (_He can think of nothing else to say, but walks up and down with a restless, uneasy expression._) MRS. BRENNAN (_sharply_). What time is it gettin'? CARMODY (_fumbles for his watch_). Half-past four, a bit after. MRS. BRENNAN. We'll have to leave soon. It's a long jaunt down that hill in that buggy. (_She catches his eye and makes violent signs to him to tell_ Eileen _what he has come to tell._) CARMODY (_after an uncertain pause--clenching his fists and clearing his throat_). Eileen. EILEEN. Yes. CARMODY (_irritably_). Can't you open your eyes on me? It's like talkin' to myself I am. EILEEN (_looking at him--dully_). What is it? CARMODY (_stammering--avoiding her glance_). It's this, Eileen--me and Maggie--Mrs. Brennan, that is--we---- EILEEN (_without surprise_). You're going to marry her? CARMODY (_with an effort_). Not goin' to. It's done. EILEEN (_without a trace of feeling_). Oh, so you've been married already? (_Without further comment, she closes her eyes._) CARMODY. Two weeks back we were, by Father Fitz. (_He stands staring down at his daughter, irritated, perplexed and confounded by her silence, looking as if he longed to shake her._) MRS. BRENNAN (_angry at the lack of enthusiasm shown by_ Eileen). Let us get out of this, Bill. We're not wanted, that's plain as the nose on your face. It's little she's caring about you, and little thanks she has for all you've done for her and the money you've spent. CARMODY (_with a note of pleading_). Is that a proper way to be treatin' your father, Eileen, after what I've told you? Have you no heart in you at all? Is it nothin' to you you've a good, kind woman now for mother? EILEEN (_fiercely, her eyes flashing open on him_). No, no! Never! MRS. BRENNAN (_plucking at_ Carmody's _elbow. He stands looking at_ Eileen _helplessly, his mouth open, a guilty flush spreading over his face_). Come out of here, you big fool, you! Is it to listen to insults to your livin' wife you're waiting? Am I to be tormented and you never raise a hand to stop her? CARMODY (_turning on her threateningly_). Will you shut your gab? EILEEN (_with a moan_). Oh, go away, Father! Please! Take her away! MRS. BRENNAN (_pulling at his arm_). Take me away this second or I'll go on without you and never speak again to you till the day I die! CARMODY (_pushes her violently away from him--his fist uplifted_). Shut your gab, I'm saying! MRS. BRENNAN. The divil mend you and yours then! I'm leavin' you. (_She starts for the door._)