Sir John: I hope so.
Mr. Potter: Why, so du I ... seein’ as you be known to Sharkie an’ Sir ’Ector. And, besides, old Pen du ha’ took to ye fair amazin’ ... an’ she’s an eye like a nawk ’as old Pen, aye, sharp as a gimblet it be. An’ she’s took to ye, d’ye see, sir.
Sir John: I feel truly and deeply honoured.
Mr. Potter: Well, you stood up for ’er s’arternoon agin them fules as meant mischief.
Sir John: She seems to have suffered more than her share.
Mr. Potter: Suffered? Sir, Potter be a peaceable man an’ bloodshed contrariwise to ’is natur’ ... no matter what you ’appen to hear ... but there be some folk as I’d tak’ a deal o’ j’y to skin, d’ye see, like this ’ere! (Mr. Potter held up a newly skinned and pinkly nude rabbit.)
Sir John: Whom do you mean?
Mr. Potter: Ah! ’oo indeed, sir? Potter knows, but Potter’s mum!
Sir John: And yet I think I could guess, if I tried.