Nestor: I know everything about it. It was to myself the notes were handed in the first place. I am willing to take my oath to you on that. It was a stranger, I said, came in.
Sibby: I wish I could see him and know him if I did see him.
Nestor: It is likely you would know a man of that sort if you did see him, Sibby Fahy. It is likely you never saw a man yet that owns riches would buy up the half of this town.
Sibby: It is not always them that has the most that makes the most show. But it is likely he will have a good dark suit anyway, and shining boots, and a gold chain hanging over his chest.
Nestor: (Sarcastically.) He will, and gold rings and pins the same as the King of France or of Spain.
(Enter Cooney, hatless, streaked with soot and lime, speechless but triumphant. He holds up a nest with nestlings.)
Nestor: What has happened you, Mr. Cooney, at all?
Cooney: Look now, what I have got!
Nestor: A nest, is it?
Cooney: Three young ones in it!