CHRIS—Yes, Ay stop it, if it come to vorst.
BURKE—[With scornful pity.] God help you!
CHRIS—But ain't no need for me do dat. Anna—
BURKE—[Smiling confidently.] Is it Anna you think will prevent me?
CHRIS—Yes.
BURKE—And I'm telling you she'll not. She knows I'm loving her, and she loves me the same, and I know it.
CHRIS—Ho-ho! She only have fun. She make big fool of you, dat's all!
BURKE—[Unshaken—pleasantly.] That's a lie in your throat, divil mend you!
CHRIS—No, it ain't lie. She tal me yust before she go out she never marry fallar like you.
BURKE—I'll not believe it. 'Tis a great old liar you are, and a divil to be making a power of trouble if you had your way. But 'tis not trouble I'm looking for, and me sitting down here. [Earnestly.] Let us be talking it out now as man to man. You're her father, and wouldn't it be a shame for us to be at each other's throats like a pair of dogs, and I married with Anna. So out with the truth, man alive. What is it you're holding against me at all?