Hang her! there's a scarecrow as sings at Curl's Divan.

Such a caterwauling upon a stage! I'd like to put my two barrels into her.' By this time Dud's pipe was out, and he could afford to converse.
'You shall see her and decide.

You will walk down the river, and pass her by.' 'That's as may be; howsoever, it would not do, nohow, to buy a pig in a poke, you know.

And s'pose I shouldn't like her, arter all ?' Madame sneered, with a patois ejaculation of derision.
'Vary good! Then some one else will not be so 'ard to please--as you will soon find.' 'Some one's bin a-lookin' arter her, you mean ?' said the young man, with a shrewd uneasy glance on the cunning face of the French lady.
'I mean precisely--that which I mean,' replied the lady, with a teazing pause at the break I have marked.
'Come, old 'un, none of your d---- old chaff, if you want me to stay here listening to you.

Speak out, can't you?
There's any chap as has bin a-lookin' arter her--is there ?' 'Eh bien! I suppose some.' 'Well, you _suppose,_ and _I_ suppose--we may _all_ suppose, I guess; but that does not make a thing be, as wasn't before; and you tell me as how the lass is kep' private up there, and will be till you're done educating her--a precious good 'un that is!' And he laughed a little lazily, with the ivory handle of his cane on his lip, and eyeing Madame with indolent derision.
Madame laughed, but looked rather dangerous.
'I'm only chaffin', you know, old girl.