Teddy (dogmatically). Yer a sight too keen set on my winnin' for my taste.
Polly (secretly rejoicing). Yus. Well, I've took a fancy to yer.
Teddy (slyly). Sudden like. 'Ere, I've bin thinkin' now, yer said somethin' a while back abart Liza's bein' a 'ot tempered 'un.
Polly (as if much taken aback). No. Did I? 'Ot tempered did I say?
Teddy. Yus.
Polly. Well, I can't deny she's a 'igh-spirited girl.
Teddy. 'Igh-spirited, eh? Liza didn't never 'ave much ter say for 'erself out in street.
Polly (winking elaborately at him). That's 'er artfulness. Trust a girl to be careful when she's got 'er eye on a man.
Teddy (moving towards door). I think I'll go 'ome. Yer've give me a lot to think abart.
Polly. I tell you wot, Mr. Dawson, yer slip in fur yer dinner on Sunday. Liza shall cook yer somethin'. She ain't much good at cookin' but you'll enjoy it whatever it's loike when she's cooked it. Me an' the old man 'ull 'ave a walk round Park afterwards an' yer can 'ave the 'ouse to yerself with Liza. See what I mean?