W. Pett Ridge

“ What is the other woman's name? (Dusty lady gives information with a snap.)
Sergeant (stepping forward) . Pardon me, your worship. Both parties been here before. Live in the same house, and always slanging each other. This old lady's rather the worse of the two. ”

“ Come, come, my good woman, cheer up. I dare say it's not so bad as all that. We'll get the reporter to mention it, and it may lead to his discovery.
Irish Lady. His discovery? Be gor, if he's discovered I'll—I'll whipe the floor with him, I'll teach him to go off and leave me an onprotected married woman, with a brother in the army out at Cawnpore, and a sister kaping a dirty greengrocer's shop in Hoxton. ”

“ Never you mind about mottoes. Put your question to his worship.
Dusty Lady. Well, me lord, what I wanted to ask was this. I warn a summons against a person—I can't call her a woman—she's nothing more or less than a person—and she's been taking my character away like anything and (banging witness-box with dilapidated hand-bag) I'm going to put a stop to it if I 'ave to go to the 'Ouse of Lords to do it. ”