"Kindred! It is a far cry to call kindred with that Crawford and Laird crowd. I will not have them here! Take notice of that."
"They will come here when they come to Glasgow."
"Then I shall turn them out."
"Then I shall go out with them."
"My rooms——"
"Preserve us! No harm has been done to your rooms."
"They have been defiled in every way—old curl papers, dirty hairpins, stains on the carpets and covers. I burn with shame when I think of my wife seeing their vulgar remains."
"Your wife? Your wife, indeed! She is——"
"I don't want your opinion of my wife."
"You born idiot! What do you want?"