I saw Emma last night, and I'm feeling uncomfortable about her.

She's getting very low, and that's the truth.
Not as she says anything, nor shows it, but she's got a deal on her hands, and more on her mind.

You haven't written to her for three weeks.
You'll be saying it's no business of mine, but I can't stand by and see Emma putting up with things as there isn't no reason.

Jane is in a very bad way, poor girl; I can't think she'll live long.

Now, Dick, what I'm aiming at you'll see.