MR. QUIRKE. [Embracing him.] The man that preserved me!
HYACINTH. That preserved you?
MR. QUIRKE. That kept me from ruin!
HYACINTH. From ruin?
MR. QUIRKE. That saved me from disgrace!
HYACINTH. [To Mrs. Delane.] What is he saying at all?
MR. QUIRKE. From the inspector!
HYACINTH. What is he talking about?
MR. QUIRKE. From the magistrates!
HYACINTH. He is making some mistake.