“To do what?” said I.
“Why, to fight cross.”
“Yes, I do,” said I.
“But you will do your best to persuade her?”
“No, I will not,” said I.
“Are you fool enough to wish to fight fair?”
“No!” said I, “I am wise enough to wish not to fight at all.”
“And how’s my brewer to be paid?” said the landlord.
“I really don’t know,” said I.
“I’ll change my religion,” said the landlord.