Nestor: Did you now? I suppose it may have travelled a good distance.
Cooney: It travelled as far as myself anyway at the bottom of letters that were written asking relief for the owner of this house.
Nestor: I suppose you are her brother so, Michael Cooney?
Cooney: If I am, there are some questions that I want to put and to get answers to before my mind will be satisfied. Tell me this now. Is it a fact Mary Broderick to be living at all?
Nestor: What would make you think her not to be living and she sending letters to you through the post?
Cooney: I was saying to myself with myself, there was maybe some other one personating her and asking me to send relief for their own ends.
Nestor: I am in no want of any relief. That is a queer thing to say and a very queer thing. There are many worse off than myself, the Lord be praised!
Cooney: Don’t be so quick now starting up to take offence. It is hard to believe the half the things you hear or that will be told to you.
Nestor: That may be so indeed; unless it is things that would be printed on the papers. But I would think you might trust one of your own blood.
Cooney: I might or I might not. I had it in my mind this long time to come hither and to look around for myself. There are seven generations of the Cooneys trusted nobody living or dead.