Hyacinth Halvey: What is it you are laughing at?
Cracked Mary: Ha! ha! ha! It is a very laughable thing now, the third most laughable thing I ever met with in my lifetime.
Hyacinth Halvey: What is that?
Cracked Mary: A fine young man to be shut up and bound in a narrow little shed, and the full moon rising, and I knowing what I know!
Hyacinth Halvey: It's little you are likely to know about me.
Cracked Mary: Tambourines and fiddles and pipes—melodeons and the whistling of drums.
Hyacinth Halvey: I suppose it is the Carrow fair you are talking about.
Cracked Mary: Sitting within walls, and a top-coat wrapped around him, and mirth and music and frolic being in the place we know, and some dancing sets on the floor.
Hyacinth Halvey: I wish I wasn't in this place tonight. I would like well to be going on the train, if it wasn't for the talk the neighbours would be making. I would like well to slip away. It is a long time I am going without any sort of funny comrades.
(Goes to door. The others enter quickly, pushing him back.)