"Thot is none of your business."
"You forget your husband was my first instructor," said Moore, reproachfully.
"Well, I 'll be your last teacher, and I 'll give you instructions in how to get up and get out wid your pile o' kit, bag and baggage, unless I gets me rint."
"You are Irish, Mrs. Malone."
"Niver mind thot, sorr."
"Sure, I don't mind, if you don't," replied Moore, "and if Ireland don't object there will be no discussion on that point at all."
"Whot are yez going to do? Thot's whot I wants to know, Mr. Moore? Is it rint or run, me fine bucko?"
"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Malone?"
"I 'll not sit down, I 'll stand up."
"Well, will you stand up till you get the rent, Mrs. Malone?"