We mustn't have no love here.' 'She would be proud indeed to see me now, eh Hugh ?' said Barnaby.
'Wouldn't it make her glad to see me at the head of this large show?
She'd cry for joy, I know she would.

Where CAN she be?
She never sees me at my best, and what do I care to be gay and fine if SHE'S not by ?' 'Why, what palaver's this ?' asked Mr Dennis with supreme disdain.

'We an't got no sentimental members among us, I hope.' 'Don't be uneasy, brother,' cried Hugh, 'he's only talking of his mother.' 'Of his what ?' said Mr Dennis with a strong oath.
'His mother.' 'And have I combined myself with this here section, and turned out on this here memorable day, to hear men talk about their mothers!' growled Mr Dennis with extreme disgust.

'The notion of a man's sweetheart's bad enough, but a man's mother!'-- and here his disgust was so extreme that he spat upon the ground, and could say no more.
'Barnaby's right,' cried Hugh with a grin, 'and I say it.

Lookee, bold lad.