"Whisht, mother! and don't haver."
"Whisht yourself! Do ye think I'm going to sit still and see a monkey like that scancing at my son? She'd have the assurance, would she, to take her use out of my boy, and throw him away when she was done, like a socket gooseberry! My certie, but she'll rue it yet!"
"She did nothing, mother. The girl is engaged, though we did not know it. You would not have me cut in and break up an engagement?"
"Ye might, if ye liked. Your poseetion would justifee you, and the girl would be the gainer."
"But I wouldn't, mother, if she was fond of some one else."
"And who's the young man?"
"You don't know him. He is a Mr Blount, who was staying here last week, but he went away."
"I never saw him, and ye know I have been a great deal with the girl's mother. I'm thinking the attachment has not gone far, or I would have seen him hanging about Mrs Naylor."
"I do not think Mrs Naylor likes him, and that was why he came to the island to meet her quietly."
"Illeecitly? It'll be an illeecit amoor!"