[_He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner
room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.
room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.
Yeats
Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch.
[_Raising her voice. _] Look here, Michael, at the wedding clothes.
Such grand clothes as these are! You have a right to fit them on now,
it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be
laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them
on.
[_She puts them on his arm. _
MICHAEL.
What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing
to-morrow?
BRIDGET.
These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel
to-morrow.
MICHAEL.
I had forgotten that.
[_He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner
room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside. _
PETER.
There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened?
[Neighbours_ come crowding in, PATRICK and DELIA with
them. _
PATRICK.
There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!
[_PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off
and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAEL'S arm. _
DELIA.
Michael! [_He takes no notice. _] Michael! [_He turns towards her. _] Why
do you look at me like a stranger?
[_She drops his arm.
