Westall, ee's that mad about them poachers over Tudley End; ee's like a wild bull at 'ome.

I told Isabella ee'd come to knockin' ov her about _some_ day, though ee did speak so oily when ee wor a courtin'.

Now she knows as I kin see a thing or two," said Mrs.
Jellison, significantly.

Her manner, Wharton noticed, kept always the same gay philosophy, whatever subject turned up.
"Why, that's an old story--that Tudley End business--" said Marcella, rising.

"I should have thought Westall might have got over it by now." "But bless yer, ee says it's goin' on as lively as iver.