MR. QUIRKE. From the Winter Assizes!
HYACINTH. Is he out of his wits?
MR. QUIRKE. Five years in jail!
HYACINTH. Hasn't he the queer talk?
MR. QUIRKE. The loss of the contract!
HYACINTH. Are my own wits gone astray?
MR. QUIRKE. What way can I repay you?
HYACINTH. [Shouting.] I tell you I took the sheep——
MR. QUIRKE. You did, God reward you!
HYACINTH. I stole away with it——