That old piano in there ought to be given away.

I won't play on it any more.

The Cowperwoods--" "Old is it!" exclaimed Butler, his accent sharpening somewhat with his self-induced rage.

He almost pronounced it "owled." "Dingy, hi! Where do you get that?
At your convent, I suppose.

And where is it worn?
Show me where it's worn." He was coming to her reference to Cowperwood, but he hadn't reached that when Mrs.Butler interfered.