Mr. Quirke: From the Inspector!
Hyacinth: What is he talking about?
Mr. Quirke: From the magistrates!
Hyacinth: He is making some mistake.
Mr. Quirke: From the Winter Assizes!
Hyacinth: Is he out of his wits?
Mr. Quirke: Five years in gaol!
Hyacinth: Hasn’t he the queer talk?
Mr. Quirke: The loss of the contract!
Hyacinth: Are my own wits gone astray?