The children are disgraceful.

I'M disgraceful.

Pa's miserable, and no wonder! Priscilla drinks--she's always drinking.
It's a great shame and a great story of you if you say you didn't smell her to-day.

It was as bad as a public-house, waiting at dinner; you know it was!" "My dear, I don't know it," said I.
"You do," she said very shortly.

"You shan't say you don't.