BRIAN
O Maire, my jewel, do you care for me at all?

_She kisses him_.

BRIAN
Maire!

_She rises_.

MAIRE
I'm going to call my father.

BRIAN
You go to him, and you go from me.

MAIRE
You are both my care: my father and yourself.

BRIAN
What will become of me when you go?

MAIRE
Isn't it right, Brian, that I should be with my father on the
roads? Even if I was in your house, I would be thinking that I
should watch over him.

BRIAN
Then it's good-bye you'd be saying?