'Before that boy says a word, hear me.' Nicholas bit his lip and shook his head in a threatening manner, but appeared for the moment unable to articulate a syllable.

Kate clung closer to his arm, Smike retreated behind them, and John Browdie, who had heard of Ralph, and appeared to have no great difficulty in recognising him, stepped between the old man and his young friend, as if with the intention of preventing either of them from advancing a step further.
'Hear me, I say,' said Ralph, 'and not him.' 'Say what thou'st gotten to say then, sir,' retorted John; 'and tak' care thou dinnot put up angry bluid which thou'dst betther try to quiet.' 'I should know YOU,' said Ralph, 'by your tongue; and HIM' (pointing to Smike) 'by his looks.' 'Don't speak to him,' said Nicholas, recovering his voice.

'I will not have it.

I will not hear him.

I do not know that man.