MISS JOYCE. I'll engage it was in no honest way you got it.
FARDY. I picked it up in the street——
MISS JOYCE. If you did, why didn't you bring it to the sergeant or to his reverence?
MRS. DELANE. And some poor person, maybe, being at the loss of it.
MISS JOYCE. I'd best bring it to his reverence. Come with me, Fardy, till he will question you about it.
FARDY. It was not altogether in the street I found it——
MISS JOYCE. There, now! I knew you got it in no good way! Tell me, now.
FARDY. It was playing pitch and toss I won it——
MISS JOYCE. And who would play for half-crowns with the like of you, Fardy Farrell? Who was it, now?
FARDY. It was—a stranger——