Simon: A bald cat there was in the dream, was keeping watch over jewelleries in a cave.
Staffy: No person at all would stretch out his hand to a lad would be rambling and walking the world, and it in its darkness and sleep, and be drowsing and miching from labour through the hours the sun has command of.
Delia: (At the door). Is it that ye are within, Staffy and Ralph?
Ralph: We are, and another along with us.
Delia: Put him out the door!
Ralph: Ah, there's no danger of him coming around Damer. He is simple and has queer talk too.
Delia: Put him out I say! (Pushes Simon to door.) Let him drowse out the day in the car shed! I tell you Damer is at hand!
Ralph: Has he the frown on him yet?
Staffy: Did his anger anyway cool down?
Delia: He is coming I say. I am partly in dread of him. I am afeard and affrighted!