And be'ind the Widow Flanagan and 'er mother come crowding fifty guests,
and everyone 'as seen my 'at make those remarks! Accursed widow! The
door is slam in my face! I am jilted!
Ah, laugh, you pigs of guests, laugh, till you shake down the dwelling
of the Widow Flanagan! Were it not that I remember that I once loved
you, Madame Flanagan, that 'ouse would now be ashes.
Monsieur, I 'ave done. I 'ave spoken. Now I will die. 'Ave you a rope?
Well, I will calm myself. _Oui_, I will 'ave a drink. _Merci,_ monsieur!