"He's done nothing wrong. Neil, don't. Your eyes look all queer. You're frightening me."
"No, he's done nothing wrong, nothing you could get him for. He's too careful. He plays favourites. He fools women. He locks the door to every chance to get on in this town and he sells the keys. He's got his hand on the neck of the town, and he's shutting it tighter and tighter. That's all he does. That's all Everard does."
"You can't prove it."
"He takes good care I can't."
"You can't prove a word of it."
"Your father could."
"He's kind to father. He's kind to me."
"You talk like a child."
"Well, you talk like my mother's cook.... Oh, Neil, I didn't mean to say that. Forgive me. Where are you going? I didn't mean to say it."
"Let me go."