MURTAGH COSGAR _(turning round)_ Them that come after us. Isn't that a great thought, Martin Douras? and isn't it a great thing that we're able to pass this land on to them, and it redeemed for ever? Ay, and their manhood spared the shame that our manhood knew. Standing in the rain with our hats off to let a landlord--ay, or a landlord's dog-boy--pass the way! MARTIN DOURAS _(mournfully)_ May it be our own generation that will be in it. Ay, but the young are going fast; the young are going fast. MURTAGH COSGAR _(sternly)_ Some of them are no loss. MARTIN DOURAS Ten of your own children went, Murtagh Cosgar. MURTAGH COSGAR I never think of them. When they went from my control, they went from me altogether. There's the more for Matt. MARTIN DOURAS _(moistening his mouth, and beginning very nervously)_ Ay, Matt. Matt's a good lad. MURTAGH COSGAR There's little fear of him leaving now. MARTIN DOURAS _(nervously)_ Maybe, maybe. But, mind you, Murtagh Cosgar, there are things--little things, mind you. Least, ways, what we call little things. And, after all, who are we to judge whether a thing-- MURTAGH COSGAR Is there anything on your mind, Martin Douras? MARTIN DOURAS _(hurriedly)_ No; oh, no. I was thinking--I was thinking, maybe you'd give me a lift towards Arvach, if you'd be going that way this night. MURTAGH COSGAR Ay, why not? MARTIN DOURAS And we could talk about the land, and about Matt, too. Wouldn't it be a heart-break if any of our children went--because of a thing we might-- MURTAGH COSGAR _(fiercely)_ What have you to say about Matt? MARTIN DOURAS _(stammering)_ Nothing except in a--in what you might call a general way. There's many a young man left house and land for the sake of some woman, Murtagh Cosgar. MURTAGH COSGAR There's many a fool did it. MARTIN DOURAS _(going to door)_ Ay, maybe; maybe. I'll be going now, Murtagh. MURTAGH COSGAR Stop! _(clutching him)_ You know about Matt. What woman is he thinking of? MARTIN DOURAS _(frightened)_ We'll talk about it again, Murtagh. I said I'd be back. MURTAGH COSGAR We'll talk about it now. Who is she? What name has she? MARTIN DOURAS _(breaking from him and speaking with sudden dignity)_ It's a good name, Murtagh Cosgar; it's my own name. MURTAGH COSGAR Your daughter! Ellen! You're-- MARTIN DOURAS Ay, a good name, and a good girl. MURTAGH COSGAR And do you think a son of mine would marry a daughter of yours? MARTIN DOURAS What great difference is between us, after all?