ROBERT. I give 'er up. 'Ad to.
MARY. Why?
ROBERT. Look at me! . . .
That—an' the drink, an' the low wages, an' my ole woman dyin'! That's why I give 'er up.
MARY. Where is she now?
ROBERT. Never you mind. She's bein' looked arfter.
MARY. By whom?
ROBERT. By people as I've allus 'ated like poison!
MARY. Why, aren't they kind to her?
ROBERT. Yus: they've made 'er summat, as I couldn't 'a' done.