I never expected you could: I was a fool to try you.

It requires at least ten years' instruction before a man can get a woman to cook his chop as he likes it.' 'But what was your complaint, sir ?' said Mrs.Hawkshaw, imploringly.
'That's right!' and he rubbed his hands, and brightened his eyes savagely.

'That's the way.

Opportunity for gossip! Thing's well done--down it goes: you know that.

You can't have a word over it--eh?
Thing's done fit to toss on a dungheap, aha! Then there's a cackle! My belief is, you do it on purpose.