If he does, or if by chance you see him alone, and if he speaks of me, I want you to make him think--you easily can--that what has happened is all for his good.

Remind him how often artists have been spoilt by marriage, and hint--you surely could--that I am rather too fond of luxury, and that kind of thing." Bertha wore an odd smile.
"Trust me," she replied, "I will blacken you most effectually." "You promise?
But, at the same time, you will urge him to be true to himself, to endure poverty--" "I don't know about that.

Why shouldn't poor Mr.Franks have enough to eat it he can get it ?" "Well--but you promise to help him in the other way?
You needn't say very bad things; just a smile, a hint--" "I quite understand," said Bertha, nodding..