"There's Lotte advising me to marry by all means.

But on such a subject your opinion ought to be the best; you have experience to guide you." "Yes, I have," said Madeline with a sort of harsh sadness in her tone, which seemed to say--"What is it to you if I am sad?
I have never asked your sympathy." Bertie was sorry when he saw that she was hurt by what he said, and he came and squatted on the floor close before her face to make his peace with her.
"Come, Mad, I was only joking; you know that.

But in sober earnest, Lotte is advising me to marry.

She wants me to marry this Mrs.Bold.
She's a widow with lots of tin, a fine baby, a beautiful complexion, and the George and Dragon hotel up in the High Street.

By Jove, Lotte, if I marry her, I'll keep the public-house myself--it's just the life to suit me." "What," said Madeline, "that vapid, swarthy creature in the widow's cap, who looked as though her clothes had been stuck on her back with a pitchfork!" The signora never allowed any woman to be beautiful.
"Instead of being vapid," said Lotte, "I call her a very lovely woman.