"P'r'aps you are not aware, sir, that the lady's Eye-talian 'usbin' ain't no good ?" "I have heard something of the sort." "Then you've heard something right, sir.

They do say as 'ow 'e beats her." "The scoundrel!" "Scoundrel! You should 'ave seen No.

18 last night when I tole 'im that.
My conscience! 'E went on awful, 'e did.

'E seemed to be mad about Mrs.
Capella." "He is her cousin." "Cousin! That won't wash, sir, beggin' your pardon.

You an' me knows better than that" "I tell you again he is her cousin." The waiter absent-mindedly dusted the back of a chair.
"Well, sir, it isn't for the likes of me to be contradictious, but I've got two sisters an' 'arf-a-dozen cousins, an' I don't go kissin' their pictures an' swearin' to 'ave it out with their 'usbin's." "Oh, come now.