Y' understand me, Dick ?' Richard was not entirely at his ease in listening.

He tried to smile, but failed to smile naturally.
'I don't see what you found wrong,' he returned, abruptly.
'Why, I'm a-tellin' you, my boy, I didn't find nothing wrong except in myself, as you may say.

What's the good o' beatin' about the bush?
It's just this 'ere, Dick, my lad.

When I come to the Square, you know very well who it was as I come to see.

Well, it stands to reason as I can't go to the new 'ouse with the same thoughts as I did to the old.