I'm afraid I'm apt to forget now an' agin that she's my dear brother's widdy, so I am.'" Pat's imitation of Sir Denis was really admirable.
"'Tis a pity he doesn't run her out of the house," said Bridget, "instead of lettin' her bother the heart out of him like that." "He couldn't say a rough word to a woman, not if it was to save his life," said Pat.

"Nothin' rougher thin 'No, ma'am,' and 'Yes, ma'am,' I ever heard him say to her.

Whirroo, Bridget, you should ha' heard him whin his timper was up givin' it to us long ago in the barrack square.

I hope it isn't the suppressed gout she'll be giving him the next time! 'Tisn't half as bad whin it's out." However, the storms were few and far between.

The household lived by rule.