Good Ged, what would have been the trifling pang of a separation in the first instance to the enduring infliction of a constant misalliance and intercourse with low people ?" "What, indeed!" said Helen, dimly disposed towards laughter, but yet checking the inclination, because she remembered in what prodigious respect her deceased husband held Major Pendennis and his stories of the great world.
"Then this fatal woman is ten years older than that silly young scapegrace of an Arthur.

What happens in such cases, my dear creature?
I don't mind telling you, now we are alone that in the highest state of society, misery, undeviating misery, is the result.

Look at Lord Clodworthy come into a room with his wife--why, good Ged, she looks like Clodworthy's mother.

What's the case between Lord and Lady Willowbank, whose love match was notorious?
He has already cut her down twice when she has hanged herself out of jealousy for Mademoiselle de Sainte Cunegonde, the dancer; and mark my words, good Ged, one day he'll not cut the old woman down.

No, my dear madam, you are not in the world, but I am: you are a little romantic and sentimental (you know you are--women with those large beautiful eyes always are); you must leave this matter to my experience.