Miss Joyce: Sure I heard the curate reading them to his Reverence. He must be a wonder for principles.
Mrs. Delane: Indeed it is what I was saying to myself, he must be a very saintly young man.
(Enter Hyacinth Halvey. He carries a small bag and a large brown paper parcel. He stops and nods bashfully.)
Hyacinth: Good-evening to you. I was bid to come to the post office——
Sergeant: I suppose you are Hyacinth Halvey? I had a letter about you from the Resident Magistrate.
Hyacinth: I heard he was writing. It was my mother got a friend he deals with to ask him.
Sergeant: He gives you a very high character.
Hyacinth: It is very kind of him indeed, and he not knowing me at all. But indeed all the neighbours were very friendly. Anything any one could do to help me they did it.
Mrs. Delane: I’ll engage it is the testimonals you have in your parcel? I know the wrapping paper, but they grew in bulk since I handled them.
Hyacinth: Indeed I was getting them to the last. There was not one refused me. It is what my mother was saying, a good character is no burden.