Will you come, Peggy ?" It is the characteristic of great minds to think quickly, and act promptly.

Peggy did both.
"Mick!" she said, calling to her brother in a sharp, authoritative voice: "Mick! I've been talking to Paddy here, and we've reckoned we've had enough of this fooling, and we're off to England.

You go in and tell old Fuzzy-Head" (she meant the Judge) "that I'm tired of this case, and I ain't goin' on wid it.

Come on, Paddy, will we go and get some tea ?" "Yes, and there's some tremenjus fine opals in a shop down this way I'll buy you!" said Considine, as they started to walk away from the Court.
At that moment Blake came out of Court, saw them, and stepped in front of Peggy.
"Who is this man ?" he said.
Peggy had never quite forgiven his domineering at Tarrong, and turned on him with a snap.
"This is my 'usband," she said, "Mr.Patrick Henery Considine.

Him whose name is put down as Keogh on the marriage stiffykit I give you." Then Blake knew that he had played and lost--lost hopelessly, irretrievably.