That long-faced gentry is always in church! Where else should they be? But, Rosie, it isn't even half past ten yet; and when the service is over the bells ring. No, and you needn't be worried about my wife either.
ROSE
Oh, Christopher, she keeps lookin' at a body sometimes, so you want to die o' shame.
FLAMM
You don't know my old lady; that's it. She's bright; she can look through three board walls! But on that account …! She's mild and good as a lamb … even if she knew what there is between us; she wouldn't take our heads off.
ROSE
Oh, no! For heaven's sake, Mr. Flamm!
FLAMM
Nonsense, Rosie! Have a pinch, eh? [He takes snuff.] I tell you once more: I don't care about anything! [Indignantly.] What is a man like me to do? What, I ask you? No, don't misunderstand me! Surely you know how seriously I think of our affair. Let me talk ahead once in a while.