Damer: What Simon Niland?
Delia: Your own nephew and only son to your sister Sarah.
Damer: Do you tell me so! What way did it fail me to recognise that, and he having daring and spirit the same as used to be rising up in myself in my early time?
Delia: He was born the very year of you coming into possession of this place.
Damer: The same year my luck turned against me, and every horse I would back would get the staggers on the course, or would fail to rise at the leaps. All the strength of fortune went from me at that time, it is into himself it flowed and ran. The dead spit and image of myself he is. Stop with me here through the winter season and through the summer season! You to be in the house it is not an unlucky house will be in it. The Royalty of England and of Spain cannot touch upon yourself. I am prouder of you than if you wrote the wars of Homer or put down Turgesius of the Danes! You are a lad that can't be beat. It is you are the Lamb of Luck!
Staffy: What call has he or any of us to be stopping under Damer's roof and he owning but the four walls presently and a poor little valley of land?
Ralph: There is nothing worth while in his keeping, and all he had gathered after being robbed.
Damer: Is that what you are saying? Well, I am not so easy robbed as you think! (Takes bag from the sack and shakes it.) Is that what you call being robbed?
Simon: That is my treasure and my bag!
Staffy: I thought it was after being brought away from the two of you.