_Nestor:_ (_Excited._) I will make up a plan! I am sure I will think of a good one. It is given in to me there is no person so good at making up a plan as myself on this side of the world, not on this side of the world! I will manage all. Leave here what you have for her before she will come in. I will give it to her in some secret way. _Cooney:_ I don’t know. I will not give it to you before I will get a receipt for it ... and I’ll not leave the town till I’ll see did she get it straight and fair. Into the Court I’ll go to see her paying it. (_Sits down and writes out receipt._) _Nestor:_ I was reading on “Home Chat” about a woman put a note for five pounds into her son’s prayer book and he going a voyage. And when he came back and was in the church with her it fell out, he never having turned a leaf of the book at all. _Cooney:_ Let you sign this and you may put it in the prayer book so long as she will get it safe. (_Nestor signs. Cooney looks suspiciously at signature and compares it with a letter and then gives notes._) _Nestor:_ (_Signing._) Joseph Nestor. _Cooney:_ Let me see now is it the same handwriting I used to be getting on the letters. It is. I have the notes here. _Nestor:_ Wait now till I see is there a prayer book.... (_Looks on shelf_). Treacle, castor oil, marmalade.... I see no books at all. _Cooney:_ Hurry on now, she will be coming in and finding me. _Nestor:_ Here is what will do as well.... “Old Moore’s Almanac.” I will put it here between the leaves. I will ask her the prophecy for the month. You can come back here after she finding it. _Cooney:_ Amn’t I after telling you I wouldn’t wish her to have sight of me here at all? What are you at now, I wonder, saying that. I will take my own way to know does she pay the money. It is not my intention to be made a fool of. (_Goes out._) _Nestor:_ You will be satisfied and well satisfied. Let me see now where are the predictions for the month. (_Reads._) “The angry appearance of Scorpio and the position of the pale Venus and Jupiter presage much danger for England. The heretofore obsequious Orangemen will refuse to respond to the tocsin of landlordism. The scales are beginning to fall from their eyes.” (_Mrs. Broderick comes in without his noticing her. She gives a groan. He drops book and stuffs notes into his pocket._) _Mrs. Broderick:_ Here I am back again and no addition to me since I went. _Nestor:_ You gave me a start coming in so noiseless. _Mrs. Broderick:_ It is time for me go to the Court, and I give you my word I’d be better pleased going to my burying at the Seven Churches. A nice slab I have there waiting for me, though the man that put it over me I never saw him at all, and he a far off cousin of my own. _Nestor:_ Who knows now, Mrs. Broderick, but things might turn out better than you think. _Mrs. Broderick:_ What way could they turn out better between this and one o’clock?