"Does ta know th' French for a pint o' ale?"
"Nay but aw can sooin leearn it."
"Well, be sewer tha does,—or tha'd happen better mak it a quairt wol thar't abaat it for ther'll be two on us to it."
"Awl mak' that all reight. Soa awl expect thi to meet me at Bradforth station bi nine o'clock."
"Awst be thear. Then tha will'nt have another pint?"
"Noa moor aw mun be off nah—Gooid day!"
"Gooid day! nah dooant forget to leeam th' French for a quairt an' we can manage for owt else."
Aw wor glad to get away for fear he should change his mind, an' aw knew awd some bits ov arrangements to mak' o' mi own, an' th' leeast on em wornt makkin it all reight wi Mally.
When aw gate hooam an' tell'd her at aw wor thinkin' o' gooin, shoo set too an' blagarded me as nubdy else has a reight to do, an' shoo finished up wi sayin', "An' soa tha'rt gooin to Payris are ta?"
"Aw am," aw sed, "an' its a pity tha cannot goa wi' me, but tha knows as well as me'at a haase left to itsen gooas to rack an' ruination. Tha knows what trouble it is for me to goa away an' leave thee at hooam."