y the sea.
CATHLEEN How would they be Michael's, Nora. How would he go the length of that way to the far north?
NORA The young priest says he's known the like of it. "If it's Michael's they are," says he, "you can tell herself he's got a clean burial by the grace of God, and if they're not his, let no one say a word about them, for she'll be getting her death," says he, "with crying and lamenting."
[The door which Nora half closed is blown open by a gust of wind.]
CATHLEEN [Looking out anxiously.]
Did you ask him would he stop Bartley going this day with the horses to the Galway fair?
NORA "I won't stop him," says he, "but let you not be afraid. Herself does be saying prayers half through the night, and the Almighty God won't leave her destitute," says he, "with no son living."
CATHLEEN Is the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?
NORA Middling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in the west, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned to the wind.
[She goes over to