Hyacinth: (Distracted). Stop! stop!
Mrs. Delane: (From upper window.) Fardy! Are you there, Fardy Farrell?
Fardy: I am, ma’am.
Mrs. Delane: (From window.) Look and tell me is that the telegraph I hear ticking?
Fardy: (Looking in at door.) It is, ma’am.
Mrs. Delane: Then botheration to it, and I not dressed or undressed. Wouldn’t you say, now, it’s to annoy me it is calling me down. I’m coming! I’m coming! (Disappears.)
Fardy: Hurry on, now! hurry! She’ll be coming out on you. If you are going to do it, do it, and if you are not, let it alone.
Hyacinth: I’ll do it! I’ll do it!
Fardy: (Lifting the sheep on his back.) I’ll give you a hand with it.
Hyacinth: (Goes a step or two and turns round.) You told me no place where I could hide it.