Eily There was Father Tom, an’ Myles dhropped in.
Hard Nice company for my wife—a vagabond.
Eily Ah! who made him so but me, dear? Before I saw you, Hardress, Myles coorted me, and I was kindly to the boy.
Hard Damn it, Eily, why will you remind me that my wife was ever in such a position?
Eily I won’t see him again—if yer angry, dear, I’ll tell him to go away, and he will, because the poor boy loves me.
Hard Yes, better than I do you mean?
Eily No, I don’t—oh! why do you spake so to your poor Eily!
Hard Spake so! Can’t you say speak?
Eily I’ll thry, aroon—I’m sthrivin’—’tis mighty hard, but what wouldn’t I undert-tee-ta—undergo for your sa-se—for your seek.