human
What luggage? What the douce be talkin' 'bout?
gpt
Why, everything, I s'pose. She 'm comin' home to-day--that's knawn, ban't it?
human
Gormed if 'tis! Not by me, anyways--nor Miller, neither.
gpt
My! An' to keep it that quiet! Theer'll be a tidy upstore when Miller comes to hear tell--
human
My birthday, dear faither. You must remember--why, you was the first to give me joy of it! Twenty-one to-day, an' I must go--I must--'tis my duty afore everything.
gpt
But--but to spring it like this! Why to-day? Why to-day? It's madness and it's cruelty to fly from your home the first living moment you've got the power. I'd counted on a merry evenin,' tu, an' axed more 'n wan to drink your gude health.
human
Many's the merry evenings us'll have, dear faither, please God; but a husband's a husband. He've been that wonnerful patient, tu, for such as him. 'T was my fault for not remindin' you. An' yet I did, now an' again, but you wouldn't see it. Yet you knawed in your heart, an' I didn't like to pain 'e dwellin' on it overmuch.
gpt
How did I knaw? I didn't knaw nothin' 't all 'bout it. How should I? Me grawin' aulder an' aulder, an' leanin' more an' more 'pon 'e at every turn. An' him no friend to me--he 's never sought to win me--he 's--
human
Doan't 'e taake on 'bout Will, dearie; you'll come to knaw un better bimebye. I ban't gwaine so far arter all; an' it's got to be.