"Do you think I have it in the tub with me?" demanded Moore, growing desperate.
"I 've no doubt you have as much of it there as anywhere," replied Mrs. Malone, unconsciously hitting the nail on the head.
"I 'll give you till I count twenty to quit the premises."
"Twenty or twenty t'ousand is just the same to me, Mr. Moore."
"Then you have no head for figures, Mrs. Malone?"
"Not I, Tom Moore."
"Well, there is one figure you 'll know more about if you don't skip, and that is the one of Thomas Moore, Esquire."
"If you do, I 'll have you arresthed."
"All right, Mrs. Malone. My frozen blood be upon your head. No, by St. Patrick, I 'll not ice myself even to oblige you. Out you go, my lady. One--two--three. Will you go?"
"Not I, sorr!"