"You're good enough for any girl, but——"
"Do you think I don't know my place, with the whole town teaching it to me going on eighteen years? I've got no false hopes, and I shan't lose my head over any girl. Let me be."
"It's not the town that's taught you your place, it's——"
"Don't you say her name."
"—empty headed and overdressed."
"Go on. Judith Randall don't care what you think of her."
"Can't you even get up enough spirit to stand up for her? You that thought you had your fortune all but made when you got the chickens paid for, and followed me round the house, telling me how you'd run the town? You that could tell what was wrong with the Record editorials, if you couldn't pay for a year's subscription to the paper? You——"
"Yes, I come from one of the five lines in Ireland what have a right to the O', but you never tell me that unless you've got something else to tell me that you're afraid to tell. What is it this time?"
"You come of Irish kings."
"What did Uncle say last night?"