HYACINTH. I heard he was writing. It was my mother got a friend he deals with to ask him.
SERGEANT. He gives you a very high character.
HYACINTH. It is very kind of him, indeed, and he not knowing me at all. But, indeed, all the neighbors were very friendly. Anything any one could do to help me they did it.
MRS. DELANE. I'll engage it is the testimonials you have in your parcel? I know the wrapping-paper, but they grew in bulk since I handled them.
HYACINTH. Indeed, I was getting them to the last. There was not one refused me. It is what my mother was saying, a good character is no burden.
FARDY. I would believe that, indeed.
SERGEANT. Let us have a look at the testimonials.
[Hyacinth Halvey opens a parcel, and a large number of envelopes fall out.
SERGEANT. [Opening and reading one by one.] "He possesses the fire of the Gael, the strength of the Norman, the vigor of the Dane, the stolidity of the Saxon——"
HYACINTH. It was the chairman of the Poor Law Guardians wrote that.