Myself.—What secrets have they?
Woman.—The Lord above only knows, sir!
Myself.—Do you think they are hatching treason against Queen Victoria?
Woman.—O dear no, sir.
Myself.—Is there much murder going on amongst them?
Woman.—Nothing of the kind, sir.
Myself.—Cattle-stealing?
Woman.—O no, sir!
Myself.—Pig-stealing?
Woman.—No, sir!