Mrs. Broderick: You heard nothing of Mr. Halvey, but what is worthy of him. But that's the way always. The most thing a man does, the less he will get for it after.
Peter Tannian: A grand place in Carrow I suppose you had?
Hyacinth Halvey: I had plenty of places. Giving out proclamations—attending waterworks——.
Mrs. Broderick: It is well fitted for any place he is, and all that was written around him and he coming into Cloon.
Peter Tannian: Writing is easy.
Mrs. Broderick: Look at him since he was here, this twelvemonth back, that he never went into a dance-house or stood at a cross-road, and never lost a half-an-hour with drink. Made no blunder, made no rumours. Whatever could be said of his worth, it could not be too well said.
Hyacinth Halvey: Do you think now, ma'am, would it be any harm I to go spend a day or maybe two days out of this—I to go on the train——.
Miss Joyce: (At door, coming in backwards.) Go back now, go back! Don't be following after me in through the door! Is Mr. Halvey there? Don't let her come following me, Mr. Halvey!
Hyacinth Halvey: Who is it is in it?
(Sound of discordant singing outside.)