Ward: There has no train left since he was here. Sure what does it matter so long as he did not go out of this. I’ll bring this bird to the railway. Tell me what sort was he till I’ll know him.
Mrs. Broderick: (Still looking at Nestor.) Well, he was middling tall ... not very gross ... about the figure now of Mr. Nestor.
Ward: What aged man was he?
Mrs. Broderick: I suppose up to sixty years. About the one age, you’d say, with Mr. Nestor.
Ward: Give me some better account now; it is hardly I would make him out by that.
Mrs. Broderick: A grey beard he has hanging down ... and a bald poll, and grey hair like a fringe around it ... just for all the world like Mr. Nestor!
Nestor: (Jumping up.) There is nothing so disagreeable in the whole world as a woman that has too much talk.
Mrs. Broderick: Well, let me alone. Where’s the use of them all picking at me to say where did I get the money when I am under orders not to tell it?
Ward: Under orders?
Mrs. Broderick: I am, and strong orders.