I 'clare to God, there's somethin' out o' common wi' you or that fiddle, for I had to stop and listen, and me teeth chatterin' wi' could. ROBBIE JOHN. I did wrong I know, but look here Samuel James, as long as I see that thing hangin' there, my hands are itchin' to hold it, and the tunes I could play--they keep runnin' in my head. [Suddenly rising.] I'll destroy it. SAMUEL JAMES. [Quieting him down.] Na. Na. Its a vallible fiddle. ROBBIE JOHN. It is. Ach man but it does temp' me sorely. SAMUEL JAMES. Aye. You might make a fortune, the dear knows. Man I know what _I_ would do if I could play like _you_ do. [Sarcastically.] That was if ye had the heart. ROBBIE JOHN. [Excited.] Ach quit! Quit talkin' to me that way. I'm going out. [Goes out by door at back.] SAMUEL JAMES. [Getting off seat and standing about centre of room.] He'll take to it yet. [He goes over nearer fireplace.] I can see it workin' in him. Sure his hands are tremblin' and his fingers twitchin' all the times he's lookin' at it. [The grandfather enters softly by door at back. He stands looking at Samuel James who does not observe him.] Maybe its no' right of me to let it hang there. Ach. He maybe could make money plenty. I want till have a fine place and a lock o' money. And I'll build a bigger house. GRANDFATHER. [Hobbling over to his seat.] Aye. Aye. Ye could do a heap wi' money, Samuel James. SAMUEL JAMES. [Alarmed. He endeavours to bluff it with a show of geniality.] Money's the thing, Grand-da. GRANDFATHER. Its a tarr'ble fine thing, there's no doubt. Food and drink and fine clothes and fine houses ye can get. SAMUEL JAMES. And tobaccy and seegars and the front seat at a consart. GRANDFATHER. Here. Don't be temptin' Robbie John about playin' on that fiddle. You've upset the boy. SAMUEL JAMES. [Sharply.] I don't temp' him. GRANDFATHER. You're always remindin' him of it. I can see what you're workin' for Samuel James. Ye want all the money for yourself. SAMUEL JAMES. Ha' sense, Grand-da. Sure they're settlin' the matter to-day and he's to be married at Christmas. He wouldn't do anythin' rash now. GRANDFATHER. The clock has no' struck the hour yet Samuel James. Ye could no' tell what's workin' in his mind. SAMUEL JAMES.