Your opinion isn't asked anyhow--no, nor your company wanted neither," cried Mrs.Catherine, with proper spirit.
At which remark Mr.Wood only whistled.
"I have asked this here gentleman to pass this evening along with me.
We've been drinking together, ma'am." "That we have", said Mr.Wood, looking at Mrs.Cat with the most perfect good-humour.
"I say, ma'am, that we've been a-drinking together; and when we've been a-drinking together, I say that a man is my friend.

Doctor Wood is my friend, madam--the Reverend Doctor Wood.

We've passed the evening in company, talking about politics, madam--politics and riddle-iddle-igion.
We've not been flaunting in tea-gardens, and ogling the men." "It's a lie!" shrieked Mrs.Hayes.

"I went with Tom--you know I did: the boy wouldn't let me rest till I promised to go." "Hang him, I hate him," said Mr.Hayes: "he's always in my way." "He's the only friend I have in the world, and the only being I care a pin for," said Catherine.
"He's an impudent idle good-for-nothing scoundrel, and I hope to see him hanged!" shouted Mr.Hayes.

"And pray, madam, whose carriage was that as you came home in?
I warrant you paid something for the ride--ha, ha!" "Another lie!" screamed Cat, and clutched hold of a supper-knife.