Mr. Blackmore came to bring you home, because you were too drunk to find your own way. And this is the thanks he gets.
HOLROYD (contemptuously)
Blackymore, Blackymore. It's him tha cuts thy cloth by, is it?
MRS. HOLROYD (hotly)
You don't know what you're talking about, so keep your tongue still.
HOLROYD (bitingly)
I don't know what I'm talking about—I don't know what I'm talking about—don't I? An' what about him standing there then, if I don't know what I'm talking about?—What?
BLACKMORE
You've been to sleep, Charlie, an' forgotten I came in with you, not long since.
HOLROYD