Sibby: The Magistrates are gone into the Courthouse, Mrs. Broderick. Why now wouldn’t you go up to the bank and ask would the manager advance you a loan?
Mrs. Broderick: It is likely he would not do it. But maybe it’s as good for me go as to be sitting here waiting for the end.
(Puts on hat and shawl.)
Nestor: I now will take charge of the shop for you, Mrs. Broderick.
Mrs. Broderick: It’s little call there’ll be to it. The time a person is sunk that’s the time the custom will go from her. (She goes out.)
Nally: I’ll be taking a ramble into the Court to see what are the lads doing. (Goes out.)
Sibby: (Following them.) I might chance some customers there myself.
(Goes out calling—oranges, good oranges.)
Nestor: (Taking a paper from his pocket, sitting down, and beginning to read.) “Romantic elopement in high life. A young lady at Aberdeen, Missouri, U.S.A., having been left by her father an immense fortune....”
(Stops to wipe his spectacles, puts them on again and looks for place, which he has lost. Cooney puts his head in at door and draws it out again.)