[A protracted silence, employed by each in careful inspection of his boots.
Seller (addressing space). They're a tidy lot o' yoes.
Int. Purch. (as if this was a new view of them, which would require consideration). Come off o' your own farm?
Seller. Druv 'em in myself this very marnin'.
Int. Purch. Ah. (A pause apparently spent in mental calculation.) What might ye be askin' for 'un now?
Seller. For them yoes?
Int. Purch. Ah.
Seller (falls into a brown study, from which he at length emerges to tap the nearest ewe on the forehead and expectorate). I wawnt five-an'-twenty shellin' a yead for them yoes.
Int. Purch. Five-an'-twenty?