"_In that case and in this case_! I can't understand a syllable of what you've been saying to me this half- hour.

In plain English, what is there the matter about Phoebe's gloves ?" "In plain English, then, Mr.Hill, since you can understand nothing else, please to ask your daughter Phoebe who gave her those gloves.

Phoebe, who gave you those gloves ?" "I wish they were burnt," said the husband, whose patience could endure no longer.

"Who gave you those cursed gloves, Phoebe ?" "Papa," answered Phoebe, in a low voice, "they were a present from Mr.
Brian O'Neill." "The Irish glover!" cried Mr.Hill, with a look of terror.
"Yes," resumed the mother; "very true, Mr.Hill, I assure you.

Now, you see, I had my reasons." "Take off the gloves directly: I order you, Phoebe," said her father, in his most peremptory tone.