MRS. HOLROYD
He can have it different from that, then. At any rate, I'm sick of it.
GRANDMOTHER
Ay, you've a stiff neck, but it'll be bowed by you're my age.
MRS. HOLROYD
Will it? I'd rather it were broke.
GRANDMOTHER
Well—there's no telling what a jealous man will do. (She shakes her head)
MRS. HOLROYD
Nay, I think it's my place to be jealous, when he brings a brazen hussy here and sits carryin' on with her.