And she said:—
"I'll not open the door to you. You're drunk, Peter, and not fit to enter a decent woman's room."
"It isn't because I've a drop too much in me that you should have fastened the door on me; it is because you're thinking of the blow I've gave Pat. But, Kate, it was because I loved you so much that I struck him. Now will you open—the door?"
"No, I'll not open the door to-night," she said. "I'm tired and want to go to sleep."
And when he said he would break open the door, she said:—
"You're too drunk, Peter, and sorra bit of good it will do you. I'll be no wife to you to-night, and that's as true as God's in heaven."
"Peter," said his mother, "don't trouble her to-night. There has been too much dancing and drinking."
"It's a hard thing ... shut out of his wife's room."
"Peter, don't vex her to-night. Don't hammer her door any more."
"Didn't she acquie-esh? Mother, you have always been agin me. Didn't she acquie-esh?"