CARMODY (_hastily_). Wait a bit, Maggie. I'm comin'. (_She goes into the room, slamming the door, but once inside she stands still, trying to listen._ Carmody _glares down at his daughter's pale twitching face with the closed eyes. Finally he croaks in a whining tone of fear._) Is your last word a cruel one to me this day, Eileen? (_She remains silent. His face darkens. He turns and strides out of the door._ Mary _darts after him with a frightened cry of "Papa."_ Eileen _covers her face with her hands and a shudder of relief runs over her body._) MRS. BRENNAN (_as_ Carmody _enters the room--in a mollified tone_). So you've come, have you? Let's go, then? (Carmody _stands looking at her in silence, his expression full of gloomy rage. She bursts out impatiently._) Are you comin' or are you goin' back to her? (_She grabs_ Mary's _arm and pushes her towards, the door to the hall._) Are you comin' or not, I'm askin'? CARMODY (_sombrely--as if to himself_). There's something wrong in the whole of this--that I can't make out. (_With sudden fury he brandishes his fists as though defying someone and growls threateningly._) And I'll get drunk this night--dead, rotten drunk! (_He seems to detect disapproval in_ Mrs. Brennan's _face, for he shakes his fist at her and repeats like a solemn oath._) I'll get drunk this night, I'm sayin'! I'll get drunk if my soul roasts for it--and no one in the whole world is strong enough to stop me! (Mrs. Brennan _turns from him with a disgusted shrug of her shoulders and hustles_ Mary _out of the door._ Carmody, _after a second's pause, follows them._ Eileen _lies still, looking out into the woods with empty, desolate eyes._ Miss Howard _comes into the room from the hall and goes to the porch, carrying a glass of milk in her hand._) MISS HOWARD. Here's your diet, Eileen. I forgot it until just now. Sundays are awful days, aren't they? They get me all mixed up in my work, with all these visitors around. Did you have a nice visit with your folks? EILEEN (_forcing a smile_). Yes. MISS HOWARD. You look worn out. I hope they didn't worry you over home affairs? EILEEN. No. (_She sips her milk and sets it back on the table with a shudder of disgust._) MISS HOWARD (_with a smile_). What a face! You'd think you were taking poison. EILEEN. I hate it! (_With deep passion._) I wish it was poison! MISS HOWARD (_jokingly_). Oh, come now! That isn't a nice way to feel on the Sabbath. (_With a meaning smile._) I've some news that'll cheer you up, I bet. (_Archly._) Guess who's here on a visit? EILEEN (_startled--in a frightened whisper_). Who?