She had met this Bosinney at the house of Baynes, Baynes and Bildeboy, the architects.

He believed that Baynes, whom he knew--a bit of an old woman--was the young man's uncle by marriage.

After that she'd been always running after him; and when she took a thing into her head there was no stopping her.

She was continually taking up with 'lame ducks' of one sort or another.

This fellow had no money, but she must needs become engaged to him--a harumscarum, unpractical chap, who would get himself into no end of difficulties.
She had come to him one day in her slap-dash way and told him; and, as if it were any consolation, she had added: "He's so splendid; he's often lived on cocoa for a week!" "And he wants you to live on cocoa too ?" "Oh no; he is getting into the swim now." Old Jolyon had taken his cigar from under his white moustaches, stained by coffee at the edge, and looked at her, that little slip of a thing who had got such a grip of his heart.