You're a very pleasant companion.

Only, you know, we may break up our house.

If the girls get married, I must live somewhere in lodgings, and I couldn't very well ask you to cook for me." "I can cook a little," Emilia smiled.

"I went into the kitchen, till Adela objected." "Yes, but it wouldn't do, you know," pursued Mr.Pole, with the seriousness of a man thrown out of his line of argument.

"You can cook, eh?
Got an idea of it?
I always said you were a useful little woman.