Delia: Not a tint of it left. What now do you say, hearing that?
Damer: (Sitting down by the hearth and laying down sack.) If it should go it must go. That was allotted to me in the skies.
Delia: Is it that you had knowledge ere this of it being swept and lost?
Damer: If I had not, why would I have been setting my mind upon eternity and striving to bring to mind a few prayers? And to have parted with my wicked dog?
Delia: Let you turn around till you will see before you the man that is the robber and the thief!
Simon: Thief yourself! You that had a plan made up to bring it away.
Damer: Delia, Delia, what was I laying down a while ago? It is the love of riches has twisted your heart and your mind.
Delia: Is it that you are contented to be made this one's prey?
Damer: It was foretold for me, I to go stint the body till I near put myself to death without the Lord calling on me, and to lose every whole pound after in one night's card playing.
Delia: Is it at cards you lost it?