"No, no, I know, I know, sir. But it's chafing and galling--it's--it's worse than your smattering chattering magpie of a grandmother," to the imperturbable Judy, who only looks at the fire, "to know he has got what's wanted and won't give it up. He, not to give it up! HE! A vagabond! But never mind, sir, never mind. At the most, he has only his own way for a little while. I have him periodically in a vice. I'll twist him, sir. I'll screw him, sir. If he won't do it with a good grace, I'll make him do it with a bad one, sir! Now, my dear Mr. George," says Grandfather Smallweed, winking at the lawyer hideously as he releases him, "I am ready for your kind assistance, my excellent friend!"

"No, I know, sir. But it's galling to know he has got what's wanted and won't give it up. Vagabond! But never mind, sir. At the most, he has only his own way for a little while. I have him in a vice. I'll twist him, sir. I'll screw him. Now, my dear Mr. George," says Grandfather Smallweed, winking at the lawyer hideously, "I am ready for your kind assistance, my excellent friend!"
