"or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose he thinks I dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough for their lies then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont believe you" (U18.1235)

An Edwardian SV of a woman going through her husband's pockets. Notice the chamberpot under the bed!
"then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is" (U18.1238)
"disgusting you more with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in their empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any more when I wouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one night " (U18.1240)
"man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to be petted so I thought I stood out enough for one time and let him he does it all wrong too thinking only of his own pleasure his tongue is too flat or I dont know what he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him do it again" (U18.1245)
"if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the coalcellar with the blackbeetles" (U18.1251)
"and Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage" (U18.1264)
"skinny thing with a turn in her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and her old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other way like dabbling on a rainy day I see it all now plainly and they call that friendship killing and then burying one another" (U18.1267)
"and they all with their wives and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting better of it and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit grey over the ears" (U18.1271)
"theyre a nice lot all of them well theyre not going to get my husband again into their clutches if I can help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well when he goes on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his wife and family" (U18.1275)
"goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to do unless he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and her or her son waiting" (U18.1279)
"Bill Bailey wont you please come home" (U18.1282)

'Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home' is a popular song published in 1902. Its words and music were written by Hughie Cannon (1877 - 1912), an American songwriter and pianist. The woman in the song has thrown out her abusive husband, and now is calling him back:
"Won't you come home Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cooking darling, I'll pay the rent;
I knows I've done you wrong..."
"her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking what men wasnt" (U17.1283)
"goodbye sweetheart sweet heart he always sang it not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm shower bath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May Goulding but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons" (U18.1295)
"what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of me I ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it altogether and me too after all why not" (U15.1302)
"I saw him driving down to the Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning thats 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the good in going into mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry was enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat" (U18.1305)
"I suppose hes a man now by this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do " (U18.1310)

'Little Lord Fauntleroy' was an immensely popular novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett, serialized in St. Nicholas Magazine in 1885, and separately published in 1886. Burnett introduces her hero as "a graceful, childish figure in a black velvet suit, with a lace collar, and with love locks waving about the handsome, many little face." The text, and illustrations by Reginal Birch, started a 'Lord Fauntleroy' fashion craze that spanned the late 19c. and early 20c. It affected mostly boys 3-8 years of age. A typical Lord Fauntleroy outfit was a black velvet suit with a lace collar, sashes and short knee-pants. A hat (often a broad-brimmed sailor hat, or a tam), long hair with ringlet curls or bangs, black stockings, or patent strap shoes were often added. Stephen must have been 11 (unusually old) when Molly saw him thus dressed. This CDV shows an Irish little Lord Fauntleroy from Belfast.