Ralph: It would be a bad thing he to meet with his death unknown to us.
Delia: It would be worse again he that is gone out of his latitude to be brought away to the asylum.
Ralph: I don't know.
Delia: But I know. He to die, and to make no will, it is ourselves, by rule and by right, that would lay claim to his wealth.
Staffy: So we could do that, and he to come to his end in the bad place, God save the mark!
Delia: Would you say there would be no fear the Government might stretch out and take charge of it, saying him to be outside of his reason?
Ralph: That would be the worst of all. We to be forced to hire an attorney against them, till we would break one another at law.
Delia: He to be stopping here, and being light in the brain, it is likely some thief travelling the road might break his way in and sweep all.
Ralph: It would be right for us keep some sort of a watch on it.
Staffy: What way would we be sitting here watching it, the same as a hen on a pebble of flint, through a quarter or it might be three quarters of a year? He might drag for a good while yet, and live and linger into old days.