What are thäigh doin' 'ere? BLACKMORE Why, I came along with you. HOLROYD Thou'rt a liar, I'm only just come in. MRS. HOLROYD (_coldly_) He is no liar at all. He brought you home because you were too drunk to come yourself. HOLROYD (_starting up_) Thou'rt a liar! I niver set eyes on him this night, afore now. MRS. HOLROYD (_with a "Pf" of contempt_) You don't know what you _have_ done to-night. HOLROYD (_shouting_) I s'll not have it, I tell thee. MRS. HOLROYD Psh! HOLROYD I s'll not ha'e it. I s'll ha'e no carryin's on i' my 'ouse-- MRS. HOLROYD (_shrugging her shoulders_) Talk when you've got some sense. HOLROYD (_fiercely_) I've as much sense as thäigh. Am I a fool? Canna I see? What's _he_ doin' here then, answer me that. What--? MRS. HOLROYD Mr. Blackmore came to bring _you_ home, because you were _too drunk_ to find your own way. And this is the thanks he gets. HOLROYD (_contemptuously_) Blackymore, Blackymore. It's him tha cuts thy cloth by, is it? MRS. HOLROYD (_hotly_) You don't know what you're talking about, so keep your tongue still. HOLROYD (_bitingly_) I don't know what I'm talking about--I don't know what I'm talking about--don't I? An' what about him standing there then, if I don't know what I'm talking about?--What? BLACKMORE You've been to sleep, Charlie, an' forgotten I came in with you, not long since. HOLROYD I'm not daft, I'm not a fool. I've got eyes in my head, and sense. You needn't try to get over me. I know what you're up to. BLACKMORE (_flushing_) It's a bit off to talk to me like that, Charlie, I must say. HOLROYD I'm not good enough for 'er. She wants Mr. Blackymore. He's a gentleman, he is. Now we have it all; now we understand. MRS. HOLROYD I wish you understood enough to keep your tongue still. HOLROYD What? What? I'm to keep my tongue still, am I? An' what about _Mr. Blackymore_? MRS. HOLROYD (_fiercely_) Stop your mouth, you--you vulgar, low-minded brute. HOLROYD Am I? Am I? An' what are you? What tricks are you up to, an' all? But that's all right--that's all right. (_Shouting_) That's all right, if it's _you_. BLACKMORE I think I'd better go. You seem to enjoy--er--er--calumniating your wife. HOLROYD (_mockingly_) Calamniating--calamniating--I'll give you calamniating, you mealy-mouthed jockey: I'll give you calamniating. BLACKMORE I think you've said about enough. HOLROYD 'Ave I, 'ave I? Yer flimsy jack--'ave I? (_In a sudden burst_) But I've not done wi' thee yet. BLACKMORE (_ironically_) No, and you haven't. HOLROYD (_shouting--pulling himself up from the armchair_) I'll show thee--I'll show thee. [_Blackmore laughs._ HOLROYD Yes!--yes, my young monkey. It's thäigh, is it? BLACKMORE Yes, it's _me_. HOLROYD (_shouting_) An' I'll ma'e thee wish it worn't, I will. What--? What--? Tha'd come slivin' round here, would ta? (_He lurches forward at Blackmore with clenched fist_) MRS. HOLROYD Drunken, drunken fool--oh, don't.