"Wumman A'll dae't. Who pays for the tea, though?"
"Sometimes I do; and sometimes whoever I come with."
"Well then I'm coming. And I'll let you know to have a good blow out, plenty o' scones and bit-cakeys an' a' that. I'll pay; and I don't mind if it costs me three shilling, so long as ye introduce me to some of these mashers."
"Very well. But remember, you're thinking about becoming Catholic."
"A'm not."
"Dear me, Mr. Sant, but you must be. Then they'll take an interest in you and ask you to their parties." "Ah weel then, I am."
"Who is this Mr. Sant?" said a Pict to an Erse (who called himself "The" before his surname). The italicized question was asked at a reception in Mrs. O'Jade's flat on Palazzo Campello, about a fortnight after the previous confabulation.
"I really don't quite know, beyond that he's a friend of that Mrs. Crowe who was converted the other day."
"Is he a convert too?"
"No, not yet: but they say he's likely to be. They're both Liblabs, you know."