Hyacinth Halvey: What you hear is but the train puffing afar off.

Cracked Mary: Make a snap at the bridle as it passes by the bush in the western gap.  Run out now, run, where you have the bare ridge of the world before you, and no one to take orders from but yourself, maybe, and God.

Hyacinth Halvey: Ah, what way can I run to any place!

Cracked Mary: Stop where you are, so.  In my opinion it is little difference the moon can see between the whole of ye.  Come on, Davideen, come out now, we have the wideness of the night before us.  O golden God!  All bad things quieten in the night time, and the ugly thing itself will put on some sort of a decent face!  Come out now to the night that will give you the song, and will show myself out as beautiful as Helen of the Greek gods, that hanged herself the day there first came a wrinkle on her face!

Davideen:  (Coming close, and taking her hand as he sings.)

  Oh! don’t you remember
  What our comrades called to us
  And they footing steps
  At the call of the moon? 
  Come out to the rushes,
  Come out to the bushes,
  Where the music is called
  By the lads of Queen Anne!

   (They look beautiful.  They dance and sing in perfect time
    as they go out.)

Peter Tannian: 
   (Closing the door, and pointing at Hyacinth, who stands gazing
   after them, and when the door is shut sits down thinking deeply.)
It is on him her judgment fell, and a clear judgment.

Shawn Early: She gave out that award fair enough.

Peter Tannian: Did you take notice, and he coming into the shed, he had like some sort of a little twist in his walk?

Mrs. Broderick: I would be loth to think there would be any poison lurking in his veins.  Where now would it come from, and Cracked Mary’s dog being as good as no dog at all?

Peter Tannian: It might chance, and he a child in the cradle, to get the bite of a dog.  It might be only now, its full time being come, its power would begin to work.

Mrs. Broderick: So it would too, and he but to see the shadow of the dog bit him in a body glass, or in the waves, and he himself looking over a boat, and as if called to throw himself in the tide.  But I would not have thought it of Mr. Halvey.  Well, it’s as hard to know what might be spreading abroad in any person’s mind, as to put the body of a horse out through a cambric needle.

   (Hyacinth looks at them.)

Shawn Early: Be quiet now, he is going to say some word.

Hyacinth Halvey: There is a thought in my mind.  I think it was coming this good while.

Shawn Early: Whisht now and listen.

Hyacinth Halvey: I made a great mistake coming into this place.

Peter Tannian: There was some mistake made anyway.