[Joe sits down again, points to another chair, and looks gloomily back into the fire.]
Matthew. Well, brother! Thee looks as if thee'd run out o' speerits and 'baccy both.
Joe. I'm moody, like a thing.
[Matthew laughs and draws his chair up close to Joe. He pulls down his waistcoat, and then puts his fingers in the arm-holes, as he contemplates Joe.]
Matthew. Got the hump, mate? Have 'e?
[Joe shakes his head dolefully from side to side and sighs.]
Matthew. Jaw, I suppose?
[Joe nods.]
Matthew. Thought so. I met the missus as I came along looking a bit teasy. Women's the devil that way; it's in their breed and bone, like fightin' in we. You began all wrong, like me, mate, and females always takes advantage of honeymoon ways, and stamps on we if we don't take 'em in hand at once.
[Joe sighs, crosses his legs and looks at his friend.]