"If I was to go down on my bare knees on the gravel to Tulliver, he'd never humble himself." "Well, you can't expect me to persuade _Jane_ to beg pardon," said Mrs.Pullet.

"Her temper's beyond everything; it's well if it doesn't carry her off her mind, though there never _was_ any of our family went to a madhouse." "I'm not thinking of her begging pardon," said Mrs.Tulliver.

"But if she'd just take no notice, and not call her money in; as it's not so much for one sister to ask of another; time 'ud mend things, and Tulliver 'ud forget all about it, and they'd be friends again." Mrs.Tulliver, you perceive, was not aware of her husband's irrevocable determination to pay in the five hundred pounds; at least such a determination exceeded her powers of belief.
"Well, Bessy," said Mrs.Pullet, mournfully, "_I_ don't want to help you on to ruin.

I won't be behindhand i' doing you a good turn, if it is to be done.

And I don't like it said among acquaintance as we've got quarrels in the family.