Act 3 James Joyce

(The drawingroom of Richard Rowan's house at Merrion. The folding doors at the right are closed and also the double doors leading to the garden. The green plush curtains are drawn across the window on the left. The room is half dark. It is early in the morning of the next day. Bertha sits beside the window looking out between the curtains. She wears a loose saffron dressing gown. Her hair is combed loosely over the ears and knotted at the neck. Her hands are folded in her lap. Her face is pale and drawn.)

(Brigid comes in through the folding doors on the right with a featherbroom and duster. She is about to cross but, seeing Bertha, she halts suddenly and blesses herself instinctively.)

BRIGIDMerciful hour, ma'am. You put the heart across me. Why did you get up so early?

BERTHAWhat time is it?

BRIGIDAfter seven, ma'am. Are you long up?

BERTHASome time.

BRIGID(Approaching her.) Had you a bad dream that woke you?

BERTHAI didn't sleep all night. So I got up to see the sun rise.

BRIGID(Opens the double doors.) It's a lovely morning now after all the rain we had. (Turns round.) But you must be dead tired, ma'am. What will the master say at your doing a thing like that? (She goes to the door of the study and knocks.) Master Richard!

BERTHA(Looks round.) He is not there. He went out an hour ago.

BRIGIDOut there, on the strand, is it?

BERTHAYes.

BRIGID(Comes towards her and leans over the back of a chair.) Are you fretting yourself, ma'am, about anything?