"Behave yourself, Charlie," ses Ted.
"All right, old man," ses Charlie. "You look arter your young woman and I'll look arter mine."
"Your wot?" ses Mrs. Jennings, very loud.
"My young woman," ses Charlie.
"Look 'ere," ses Emma. "You may as well know first as last—Sophy 'as got a young man."
"O' course she 'as," ses Charlie. "Twenty-seven on the second of next January, he is; same as me."
"She's going to be married," ses Emma, very solemn.
"Yes, to me," ses Charlie, pretending to be surprised. "Didn't you know that?"
He looked so pleased with 'imself at his cleverness that Emma arf put up her 'and, and then she thought better of it and turned away.
"He's just doing it to get rid of you," she ses to Mrs. Jennings, "and if you give way you're a bigger silly than I took you for. Let 'im go on and 'ave his own way, and tell your intended about 'im when you see 'im. Arter all, you started it."