Here, here,—! Come and sit down and be quiet.
HOLROYD (snarling at him)
What?—What? An' what's thäigh got ter do wi' it? (Shouting) What's thäigh got ter do wi' it?
BLACKMORE
Nothing—nothing; but it's getting late, and you want your supper.
HOLROYD (shouting)
I want nöwt. I'm allowed nöwt in this 'ouse. (Shouting louder) 'Er begrudges me ivry morsel I ha'e.
MRS. HOLROYD
Oh, what a story!
HOLROYD (shouting)