I shall come home when I please, I tell you.

I shall come home when I please, and go when I please.

I'll be a Will o' the Wisp, now here, now there, dancing about you always, starting up when you least expect me, and keeping you in a constant state of restlessness and irritation.

Will you begone ?' Mrs Quilp durst only make a gesture of entreaty.
'I tell you no,' cried the dwarf.

'No.