That Clem's no better than a wild-beast tiger; but then what can you do?
There's never any good comes out of makin' a bother with other people's business, is there?
Fancy him comin' to see you! Mrs.Peckover's afraid of him, I can see that, though she pretends she isn't goin' to stand him interferin'.

What do you think about him, Sidney?
He's sent for a doctor out of Islington; wouldn't have nothin' to say to the other.

He must have plenty of money, don't you think?
Mrs.Peckover says he's goin' to pay the money owin' to her for Jane's keep.

As if the poor thing hadn't more than paid for her bits of meals an' her bed in the kitchen! Do you think that woman 'ud ever have kept her if it wasn't she could make her a servant with no wages?
If Jane 'ud been a boy, she'd a gone to the workhouse long ago.

She's been that handy, poor little mite! I've always done what I could for her; you know that, Sidney.