MARY DOUL -- [half persuaded.] -- That's the truth, maybe.
SAINT. Kneel down now, I'm saying, for it's in haste I am to be
going on with the marriage and be walking my own way before the
fall of night.
THE PEOPLE. Kneel down, Mary! Kneel down when you're bid by the
Saint!
MARY DOUL -- [looking uneasily towards Martin Doul.] -- Maybe
it's right they are, and I will if you wish it, holy father.
[She kneels down. The Saint takes off his hat and gives it to
some one near him. All the men take off their hats. He goes
forward a step to take Martin Doul's hand away from Mary Doul.]
SAINT -- [to Martin Doul.] -- Go aside now; we're not wanting you
here.
MARTIN DOUL -- [pushes him away roughly, and stands with his left
hand on Mary Doul's shoulder.] -- Keep off yourself, holy father,
and let you not be taking my rest from me in the darkness of my
wife. . . . What call has the like of you to be coming between
married people -- that you're not understanding at all -- and be
making a great mess with the holy water you have, and the length
of your prayers? Go on now, I'm saying, and leave us here on the
road.
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