DRINKWATER. Aw thenk yr honor. (He sits down on the seat under
the tree and composes himself for conversation.) Hever ear o
Jadge Ellam?

RANKIN. Sir Howrrd Hallam?

DRINKWATER. Thet's im-enginest jadge in Hingland! --awlus gives
the ket wen it's robbry with voylence, bless is awt. Aw sy
nathink agin im: awm all fer lor mawseolf, AW em.

RANKIN. Well?

DRINKWATER. Hever ear of is sist-in-lor: Lidy Sisly Winefleet?

RANKIN. Do ye mean the celebrated Leddy--the traveller?

DRINKWATER. Yuss: should think aw doo. Walked acrost Harfricar
with nathink but a little dawg, and wrowt abaht it in the Dily
Mile (the Daily Mail, a popular London newspaper), she did.

RANKIN. Is she Sir Howrrd Hallam's sister-in-law?

DRINKWATER. Deeceased wawfe's sister: yuss: thet's wot SHE is.

RANKIN. Well, what about them?

DRINKWATER. Wot abaht them! Waw, they're EAH. Lannid aht of a
steam yacht in Mogador awber not twenty minnits agow. Gorn to the
British cornsl's. E'll send em orn to you: e ynt got naowheres to
put em. Sor em awr (hire) a Harab an two Krooboys to kerry their