"Damnation, no! Her father and mother went with her."
"She says so, no doubt. Do you believe her?"
"Yes."
"Weel, I'm glad she's off and awa'. We'll hae a bit o' peace now."
"My heart is bleeding, bursting; I cannot listen to you."
"Such parfect nonsense! You ought to be thanksgiving. Who broke that vase to smithereens?"
"I did."
"It cost twenty guineas."
"I don't care a tinker's curse, if it cost a hundred guineas." He walked to the mantlepiece and flung down on the marble hearth a valuable piece of Worcester.
"My God, Robert! Have you lost your senses?"