Hazel: (Making a snap.) Just for one minute.
Mineog: (Clapping his hand on it.) What a hurry you are in! Stop now till I'll find the place. "Very rarely indeed has been met with so fair and so neighbourly a man."
Hazel: Give me a look at it.
Mineog: What is it ails you? You are uneasy about something. What is it you are hiding from me?
Hazel: What would I have to hide but that the papers got mixed in some way, and you have in your hand what I wrote about yourself, and not what you wrote about myself?
Mineog: What way did they get into the wrong pocket now?
Hazel: (Putting MS. in his pocket.) Give me back my own and I will give you back your own.
Mineog: I don't know. You are putting it in my mind there might be something underhand. I would like to make sure what did you say about me in the heel. (Turns over.) "He was honest and widely respected." Was honest—are you saying me to be a rogue at this time?
Hazel: That's not fair dealing to be searching through it against my will.
Mineog: "He was trusted through the whole townland." Was trusted—is it that you are making me out to be a thief?