"Supposin' the gout was to go to his heart! He was bad enough after the last time she was here." "She'll never lave hoult of him," said Pat, solemnly.

"The sort of her Ladyship houlds on the tighter the more you wriggle.

He's preparing a quare bed of repentance for himself, so he is, the langwidge he's usin' about her all over the house.

By-and-by he'll be rememberin' she's Sir Gerald's widdy, and'll be askin' me ashamed-like, 'I hope I didn't say too much about her Ladyship in my timper, Pat.

She's a tryin' woman, a very tryin' woman.