JIMMY. He'd beat Dan Davies' circus, or the holy missioners making sermons on
the villainy of man. Try him again, Philly.

PHILLY. Did you strike golden guineas out of solder, young fellow, or
shilling coins itself?

CHRISTY. I did not, mister, not sixpence nor a farthing coin.

JIMMY. Did you marry three wives maybe? I'm told there's a sprinkling have
done that among the holy Luthers of the preaching north.

CHRISTY -- [shyly.] -- I never married with one, let alone with a couple or
three.

PHILLY. Maybe he went fighting for the Boers, the like of the man beyond, was
judged to be hanged, quartered and drawn. Were you off east, young fellow,
fighting bloody wars for Kruger and the freedom of the Boers?

CHRISTY. I never left my own parish till Tuesday was a week.

PEGEEN -- [coming from counter.] -- He's done nothing, so. (To Christy.) If
you didn't commit murder or a bad, nasty thing, or false coining, or robbery,
or butchery, or the like of them, there isn't anything that would be worth
your troubling for to run from now. You did nothing at all.

CHRISTY -- [his feelings hurt.] -- That's an unkindly thing to be saying to a
poor orphaned traveller, has a prison behind him, and hanging before, and
hell's gap gaping below.

PEGEEN [with a sign to the men to be quiet.] -- You're only saying it. You