Bridget heard him call the landlady, 'Mrs Maloney! Come here!' in a voice of sharp command.

Presently she heard him speaking to the men in the bar, not abusively, indeed almost good humoured tone, but imperatively.
'Look here, mates.' The uproar stopped suddenly.

'You're decent blokes I know, and you've all had mothers if you haven't had wives.

Well, there's a lady up there--she's my wife, and she's never heard bullock-drivers swear before, and you've scared her a bit.

Just you stop it.