I don't know." "A little over a year, I'd say.

Well, I just heard Medcroft say that she wasn't his child.

Whose is it ?" She stood there like an accusing angel.
He started violently, and his jaw dropped; an expression of alarmed protest leaped into his listless eyes.
"'Pon me word, Agatha, how the devil should I know?
Don't look at me like that.

Give you my word of honour, I don't know the woman.

'Pon me soul, I don't, my dear." He was very much in earnest, thoroughly aroused by what seemed to be a direct insinuation.
"Oh, don't be stupid," she cried.