Then it'll be jail or worse, an' yous might 'ave bin a good workman, with a wife an' family, only yer knowed better--" "'Ere, steady on the brake, missis," interrupted Jonah, with a frown.
"No, Joe, I don't mind sayin' that I 'ad some idea of marryin' yous an' Ada, but ye're not the man I took yer for an' I give it up.

I don't believe in a man marryin' because 'e wants a woman ter cook 'is meals.
My idea is a man wants ter git married because 'e's found out a lot o' surprisin' things in the world 'e niver dreamt of before.

An' it's only when 'e's found somethin' ter live for, an' work for, that 'e's wot yer rightly call a man.

That's w'y I don't worry about you, Joe.
I can see your time ain't come." "Don't be too bleedin' sure," cried Jonah, angrily.
"Of course I'm only a fat old woman as likes 'er joke an' a glass o' beer.

I'd be a fool ter lay down the law to a bloke as sharp as yous, that thinks 'e can see everything.