"Your coat is as green as grass, and your trousers quite yellow. If it was in the evening, I should perhaps go with you, but in the morning—no."
"If you don't come with me, I suppose I shall have to come with you."
"You shall not come with me this morning, Sir."
"How dare you——"
"I will not go."
"Do as you like."
"I shall go this evening," she said, "the lamps will be lighted. I hope that stock of bad oil which they have is not used up, because I do not want the church to be well-lighted."
"How is that?"
"How is that?" she said in a grieved tone. "People might take you for a rag picker."