Mrs. Crashaw: ‘Agnes, will you hold your tongue, and let the men alone?’
Mrs. Roberts, whimpering: ‘I can’t, Aunt Mary. And you couldn’t, if it was yours.’
Roberts: ‘I pulled him over backwards.’
Mrs. Roberts: ‘There, Willis!’
Willis: ‘And grabbed your watch from him?’
Roberts: ‘I was in quite a frenzy; I really hardly knew what I was doing—’
Mrs. Roberts: ‘And he didn’t call for the police, or anything—’
Willis: ‘Ah, that showed presence of mind! He knew it wouldn’t have been any use.’
Mrs. Roberts: ‘And when he had got his watch away from them, he just let them go, because they had families dependent on them.’
Willis: ‘I should have let them go in the first place, but you behaved handsomely in the end, Roberts; there’s no denying that. And when you came in she gave you cologne to drink, and poured brandy on your head. It must have revived you. I should think it would wake the dead.’