Tha should get up, like other women have to, an' wait on a man." "Wait on you--wait on you ?" she cried.

"Yes, I see myself." "Yis, an' I'll learn thee tha's got to.

Wait on ME, yes tha sh'lt wait on me--" "Never, milord.

I'd wait on a dog at the door first." "What--what ?" He was trying to fit in the drawer.

At her last speech he turned round.
His face was crimson, his eyes bloodshot.