He sent for you to bail him out.' 'Why, there! Tut-tut-tut! What a fellow that is! Fightin'?
Why now, didn't I tell him this afternoon as he looked like pickin' a quarrel wi' somebody?
But, I say, Jane, it's a low-life kind o' thing for to go a-fightin' in the streets.' 'Of course it is.

What'll he come to next, I wonder?
The sooner he gets off to Canada, the better, I sh'd say.

But he'll not go; he talks an' talks, an' it's all just for showin' off.' Mr.Poole had risen.
'Bail?
Why, I don't know nothin' about bail, Jane! How d'you do it?
I hadn't never nothing to do with folks as got locked up.' 'I don't suppose you never had, Jim, till now.' 'Nay, hang it, Jenny, I wasn't for alludin' to that! Give me my coat.
How much money have we in the house?
I've sixpence 'apenny i' my pocket.' 'It ain't done with money; you'll have to sign something, I think.' 'All right.

But I'll read it first, though.

Who was it as come, did you say ?' 'Nay, I don't know.