Kate. They're a lot of mean scrubs, the whole caboosh of them.
Daniel (to himself). I wonder would twenty pounds be any use at all?
Brown (nudging Kate slyly). I believe that once Sarah puts a price on a thing, like a pig or a sow, or a hen, the divil himself couldn't beat her down in the price of it. And Andy, they say, can beat the best dealer in the county from here to the Mourne. (Daniel, who has been listening uneasily, gets up and turns round to look at them.) It's the fine cigar that you were smoking, Mr. Daniel, this morning.
Daniel. Cigar? Yes. Yes.
Brown. Aye. A fine cigar, sir. There was a grand smell off it. I seen you coming up by the McMinns, sir, this morning on the road from the station.
Daniel. Yes. On the road from the station.
Brown. You didn't see them, but I noticed Andy and Sarah coming out to the gate when you had passed them and looking after you a long time.
Daniel. Is that so?
Brown. Aye. A long time, sir. I suppose, like myself, they smelled the cigar. (Daniel at once throws down the cigar in disgust.) Mr. Andy, they say, is guy fond of a good cigar, and I understand that he'll be for getting a few boxes of them soon, for the sister, they say, is coming into a lot of money.