Sus. The perlice, indeed! You get out of this, ma'am, or I'll make you! you and your cowardly man-pup there, as is afraid to look me in the face through the crack o' the door! Get out, I say, with your insolence that's your word! Exit MRS. CLIFFORD. Mat. Susan! Susan! what is to become of us? Sus. She daren't do it the old scrooge! But just let her try it on!