SARAH _standing up and throwing all her sticks into the fire._—And a big fool I was too, maybe; but we’ll be seeing Jaunting Jim to-morrow in Ballinaclash, and he after getting a great price for his white foal in the horse-fair of Wicklow, the way it’ll be a great sight to see him squandering his share of gold, and he with a grand eye for a fine horse, and a grand eye for a woman. MICHAEL _working again with impatience._—The divil do him good with the two of them. SARAH _kicking up the ashes with her foot._—Ah, he’s a great lad, I’m telling you, and it’s proud and happy I’ll be to see him, and he the first one called me the Beauty of Ballinacree, a fine name for a woman. MICHAEL _with contempt._—It’s the like of that name they do be putting on the horses they have below racing in Arklow. It’s easy pleased you are, Sarah Casey, easy pleased with a big word, or the liar speaks it. SARAH Liar! MICHAEL Liar, surely. SARAH _indignantly._—Liar, is it? Didn’t you ever hear tell of the peelers followed me ten miles along the Glen Malure, and they talking love to me in the dark night, or of the children you’ll meet coming from school and they saying one to the other, “It’s this day we seen Sarah Casey, the Beauty of Ballinacree, a great sight surely.” MICHAEL God help the lot of them! SARAH It’s yourself you’ll be calling God to help, in two weeks or three, when you’ll be waking up in the dark night and thinking you see me coming with the sun on me, and I driving a high cart with Jaunting Jim going behind. It’s lonesome and cold you’ll be feeling the ditch where you’ll be lying down that night, I’m telling you, and you hearing the old woman making a great noise in her sleep, and the bats squeaking in the trees. MICHAEL Whist. I hear some one coming the road. SARAH _looking out right._—It’s some one coming forward from the doctor’s door. MICHAEL It’s often his reverence does be in there playing cards, or drinking a sup, or singing songs, until the dawn of day. SARAH It’s a big boast of a man with a long step on him and a trumpeting voice. It’s his reverence surely; and if you have the ring done, it’s a great bargain we’ll make now and he after drinking his glass. MICHAEL _going to her and giving her the ring._—There’s your ring, Sarah Casey; but I’m thinking he’ll walk by and not stop to speak with the like of us at all. SARAH _tidying herself, in great excitement._—Let you be sitting here and keeping a great blaze, the way he can look on my face; and let you seem to be working, for it’s great love the like of him have to talk of work. MICHAEL _moodily, sitting down and_ _beginning to work at a tin can._—Great love surely. SARAH _eagerly._—Make a great blaze now, Michael Byrne. [_The priest comes in on right; she comes forward in front of him._ SARAH _in a very plausible voice._—Good evening, your reverence. It’s a grand fine night, by the grace of God.