NEIGHBOUR. Dear me! What is it?
MARTHA. Why, you see, my old man brought a parcel from town yesterday, with tea and sugar in it, and I put it down here on the window-sill and didn't remember to put it away; and now it's gone.
MICHAEL. And we're committing the sin of suspecting a tramp who spent the night here.
NEIGHBOUR. What sort of tramp?
MARTHA. Well, he's rather thin and has no beard.
MICHAEL. His coat's all in rags.
NEIGHBOUR. Curly hair and rather hooked nose?
MICHAEL. Yes, yes!
NEIGHBOUR. I've just met him, and wondered why he was stepping out so fast.
MICHAEL. It must be him. Where was he?