She could not conceal her interest in what Rotha had said, and throwing aside her languor, she asked, in anything but a melancholy tone, "So he's left all hugger-mugger, has he ?" "I know nothing of that," replied Rotha; "but if he has not made a will it cannot concern us at all.

It's all very well for the lords of the manor and such sort of folk to make their wills, for, what with one thing and another, their property runs cross and cross, and there's scarce any knowing what way it lies; but for a statesman owning maybe a hundred or two of acres and a thousand or two of sheep, forby a house and the like, it's not needful at all.

The willing is all done by the law." "So it is, so it is, lass," said Mrs.Garth.The girls thought there was a cruel and sinister light in the old woman's eyes as she spoke.
"Ey, the willin's all done by t' law; but, as I says to my Joey, 'It isn't always done to our likin', Joey'; and nowther is it." Liza could bear no longer Mrs.Garth's insinuating manner.

Coming forward with a defiant air, the little woman said: "Look you, don't you snurl so; but if you've anything to say, just open your mouth and tell us what it's about." The challenge was decidedly unequivocal.
"'Od bliss the lass!" cried Mrs.Garth with an air of profound astonishment "What ails the bit thing ?" "Look here, you've got a deal too much talk to be jannic, _you_ have," cried Liza, with an emphasis intended to convey a sense of profound contempt of loquaciousness in general and of Mrs.Garth's loquaciousness in particular.
Mrs.Garth's first impulse was to shame her adversary out of her warlike attitude with a little biting banter.

Curling her lip, she said not very relevantly to the topic in hand, "They've telt me yer a famous sweethearter, Liza." "That's mair nor iver _you_ could have been," retorted the girl, who always dropt into the homespun of the country side in degree as she became excited.
"Yer gitten ower slape, a deal ower slippery," said Mrs.Garth.