Mr. Quirke: Hadn’t I heart-scalding enough before, striving to rear five weak children?
Mrs. Delane: I suppose they will be sent to the Industrial Schools?
Mr. Quirke: My poor wife——
Mrs. Delane: I’m afraid the workhouse——
Mr. Quirke: And she out in an ass-car at this minute helping me to follow my trade.
Mrs. Delane: I hope they will not arrest her along with you.
Mr. Quirke: I’ll give myself up to justice. I’ll plead guilty! I’ll be recommended to mercy!
Mrs. Delane: It might be best for you.
Mr. Quirke: Who would think so great a misfortune could come upon a family through the bringing away of one sheep!
Hyacinth: (Coming forward.) Let you make yourself easy.