To think o' that! Hark at him! It must be.

And what's to do?
I 've sent the maids to bed.

We haven't a man.

If I was to go and knock at his door, and ask ?' 'Better try and get him to be quiet somehow.' 'Ah! I dare say I shall make him fire out fifty times worse.' Mrs.Hawkshaw stipulated that Mrs.Mel should stand by her, and the two women went up-stairs and stood at Old Tom's door.

There they could hear him fuming and muttering imprecations, and anon there was an interval of silence, and then the room was shaken, and the cursings recommenced.
'It must be a fight he 's having with a flea,' said the landlady.