At another time his indignation--in such a case right good and manful--would have boiled over at the thought of these poor women crushed in slavery to feed the world's dastard selfishness; this evening his mood was more complaisant, and he smiled as one at ease.
'Hadn't you better give up your work ?' he said.
Emma raised her head.

In the few moments of repose her eyelids had drooped with growing heaviness; she looked at him as if she had just been awakened to some great surprise.
'Give up work?
How can I ?' 'I think I would.

You'd have more time to give to Jane, and you could sleep in the day.

And Jane had better not begin again after this.

Don't you think it would be better if you left these lodgings and took a house, where there'd be plenty of room and fresh air ?' 'Richard, what are you talking about ?' He laughed, quietly, on account of the sleeping children.
'How would you like,' he continued, 'to go and live in the country?
Kate and Jane could have a house of their own, you know--in London, I mean, a house like ours; they could let a room or two if they chose.