Mrs. Broderick: Here I am back again and no addition to me since I went.
Nestor: You gave me a start coming in so noiseless.
Mrs. Broderick: It is time for me go to the Court, and I give you my word I’d be better pleased going to my burying at the Seven Churches. A nice slab I have there waiting for me, though the man that put it over me I never saw him at all, and he a far off cousin of my own.
Nestor: Who knows now, Mrs. Broderick, but things might turn out better than you think.
Mrs. Broderick: What way could they turn out better between this and one o’clock?
Nestor: (Scratching his head.) I suppose now you wouldn’t care to play a game of Twenty-five?
Mrs. Broderick: I am surprised at you, Mr. Nestor, asking me to go cardplaying on such a day and at such an hour as this.
Nestor: I wonder might some person come in and give an order for ten pounds’ worth of the stock?
Mrs. Broderick: Much good it would do me. Sure I have the most of it on credit.
Nestor: Well, there is no knowing. Some well-to-do person now passing the street might have seen you and taken a liking to you and be willing to make an advance or a loan.