"It's no use your winking at me; I'm not going to 'ave any more of this nonsense.

'Melia, you go and get your 'at on and come straight off 'ome with me." Mr.Kybird gave a warning cough.

"Go easy, Teddy," he murmured.
"And don't you cough at me," said the irritated Mr.Silk, "because it won't do no good." Mr.Kybird subsided.

He was not going to quarrel with a son-in-law who might at any moment be worth ten thousand pounds.
"Isn't he mad ?" inquired the amazed Mr.Nugent.
"Cert'nly not," replied Mr.Kybird, moving aside to let his daughter pass; "no madder than you are.

Wot d'ye mean, mad ?" Mr.Nugent looked round in perplexity.