Staffy: Is it seeking for a share of Damer’s wealth you are come?

Simon: I never asked and never looked for it.

Staffy: You are going the wrong road to reach to it.

Simon: A bald cat there was in the dream, was keeping watch over jewelleries in a cave.

Staffy: No person at all would stretch out his hand to a lad would be rambling and walking the world, and it in its darkness and sleep, and be drowsing and miching from labour through the hours the sun has command of.

Delia:  (At the door).  Is it that ye are within, Staffy and Ralph?

Ralph: We are, and another along with us.

Delia: Put him out the door!

Ralph: Ah, there’s no danger of him coming around Damer.  He is simple and has queer talk too.

Delia: Put him out I say! (Pushes Simon to door.) Let him drowse out the day in the car shed!  I tell you Damer is at hand!

Ralph: Has he the frown on him yet?

Staffy: Did his anger anyway cool down?

Delia: He is coming I say.  I am partly in dread of him.  I am afeard and affrighted!

Ralph: He should be in terrible rages so.  There was no dread on you yesterday, and he cursing and roaring the way he was.

Delia: He is mad this time out and out.  Wait now till you’ll see!

   (She goes behind dresser.  Damer comes to the door.  Staffy goes
    behind a chair.  Ralph seizes a broom.)

Damer:  (At door.) Are you acquainted with any person, Ralph Hessian, is in need of a savage dog?

Staffy: Is it that you are about to part Jubair your dog?

Damer: I have no use for him presently.

Staffy: Is it that you are without dread of robbers coming for to knock in your skull with a stone?  Or maybe out in the night it is to burn you out of the house they would.

Damer: What signifies, what signifies?  All must die, all must die.  The longest person that will live in the world, he is bound to go in the heel.  Life is a long road to travel and a hard rough track under the feet.

Staffy: Mike Merrick the huckster has an apple garden bought against the harvest.  He should likely be seeking for a dog.  There do be little lads passing to the school.

Damer: He might want him, he might want him.
   (He leans upon half-door.)

Staffy: Is it that you are tired and wore out carrying the load of your wealth?

Damer: It is a bad load surely.  It was the love of money destroyed Buonaparte where he went robbing a church, without the men of learning are telling lies.

Staffy: I would never go so far as robbery, but to bid it welcome I would, and it coming fair and easy into my hand.

Damer: There was a king out in Foreign went astray through the same sin.  His people that made a mockery of him after his death, filling up his jaws with rendered gold.  Believe me, any person goes coveting after riches puts himself under a bad master.