Oh no: I think not. If there's any trouble he shall have it with me, not I with him. And we are sure to get something interesting out of him.
If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already. There's a dustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. He says you have his daughter here.
Oh very well, very well: I'll wipe them in my hair in future.
Oh, very well, very well. Is that all?
Oh, that! Mere alliteration, Mrs. Pearce, natural to a poet.
Oh, Lord knows! I suppose the woman wants to live her own life; and the man wants to live his; and each tries to drag the other on to the wrong track.
At her age! Nonsense! Time enough to think of the future when you haven't any future to think of.
Alas! the truth is the truth: the shop did not pay for a long time, simply because Eliza and her Freddy did not know how to keep it.
