Bartley Fallon: Is it to shoot me you are going?
Hyacinth Halvey: I will call to the doctor to say is the padded room at the workhouse the most place where you will be safe, till such time as it will be known did the poison wear away.
Bartley Fallon: I will not go in it! It is likely I might be forgot in it, or the nurses to be in dread to bring me nourishment, and they to hear me barking within the door. I'm thinking it was allotted by nature I never would die an easy death.
Hyacinth Halvey: I will keep a watch over you myself.
Bartley Fallon: Where's the use of that the time the breath will be gone out of me, and you maybe playing cards on my coffin, and I having nothing around or about me but the shroud, and the habit, and the little board?
Hyacinth Halvey: Sure, I cannot leave you the way you are.
Bartley Fallon: It is what I ever and always heard, a dog to bite you, all you have to do is to take a pinch of its hair and to lay it into the wound.
Mrs. Broderick: So I heard that myself. A dog to bite any person he is entitled to be plucked of his hair.
Hyacinth Halvey: I'll go out; I might chance to see him.
Mrs. Broderick: You will not, without getting advice from the priest that is coming in the train. Let his Reverence come into this place, and say is it Bartley or is it Peter Tannian was done destruction on by the dog.