Celia: Anything has to be done, the quickest
way to do it is the best. (Having taken up soot,
flings down tongs.)
Conan: Listen to that! Now am I able to
work wonders?
Rock: It is that you have spent on her a blast?
Conan: If I did it was well spent.
Flannery: I'm in dread you have been robbing
the poor.
Rock: It is myself you have robbed doing that.
You have no call to be using those blasts for your
own profit!
Conan: I have every right to bring order in
my own dwelling before I can do any other thing!
Celia: All the dust of the world's roads is
gathered in this kitchen. The whole place ate
with filth and dirt.
(Begins to sweep.)
Conan: Ah, you needn't hardly go as far as that.