No, she would starve for years first.
"He's abominably drunk," murmured she, with an air of disgust mingled with dread.

"They at least oughtn't to send us tipplers.

We pay dear enough." Then he became insolent, and jeered: "See here, little woman, it's only put off until another time.

I'm entirely at your service, remember! You've only to make me a sign.

I'm the ladies' consoler.