"Did you read my advertisement, ma'am?"
"Me rade it? Not I, faix. Mr. Mullony, our landlord, was saying till us—"
"Are you married, too?"
"Married two? Do I look like a woman as would marry two? No, sur; I'm a dacent woman, sur; my name is Hannah Geaughey, Jimmy Geaughey's my husband, sur; he, poor man, wrought in the board-yard till he was sun sthruck, by manes of falling from a cuart, sur."
"Well, ma'am, that will do, I'm sorry for your husband—one dollar, there it is; you wouldn't suit me at all; good morning, ma'am. Banquo, show the good woman to the door."
"But, sur, I want the place!"
"I don't want you—good morning."
"Dis way, ma'am," said Banquo, marshalling the woman to the hall.
"Stand away, ye nager; it's your masther I'm spakin' wid."
"Go along, go along, woman, go, go, go!" roared the old gent.