"Because I'd break his head if I got the chance, and he knows it. Comes up there to dinner, does he? How long's he been doing that?"
"For a week now. Couldn't you get over your bad feeling? It would be money in our pockets."
"No, I couldn't, and he wouldn't come if you asked him."
"Will you let me try?"
"I tell you he won't come."
"In that case there's no harm in trying. If I can persuade him, will you promise to be civil to him, and not try to break his head?"
"He won't come, I tell you."
"And I say he may."
"And you'll nag and nag till you get your own way, I suppose."
"Of course. What's the use of a woman's tongue if she can't get her own way with it? Will you promise to behave properly if he comes?"