Marry whom he pleased! They would like to see him dare to think of marrying any of them; they would like to see the faintest approach to such a thing.
One lady (a widow) was quite certain she should stab him if he hinted at it.
'Very well,' said Mrs Quilp, nodding her head, 'as I said just now, it's very easy to talk, but I say again that I know--that I'm sure--Quilp has such a way with him when he likes, that the best looking woman here couldn't refuse him if I was dead, and she was free, and he chose to make love to him.

Come!' Everybody bridled up at this remark, as much as to say, 'I know you mean me.

Let him try--that's all.' and yet for some hidden reason they were all angry with the widow, and each lady whispered in her neighbour's ear that it was very plain that said widow thought herself the person referred to, and what a puss she was! 'Mother knows,' said Mrs Quilp, 'that what I say is quite correct, for she often said so before we were married.

Didn't you say so, mother ?' This inquiry involved the respected lady in rather a delicate position, for she certainly had been an active party in making her daughter Mrs Quilp, and, besides, it was not supporting the family credit to encourage the idea that she had married a man whom nobody else would have.

On the other hand, to exaggerate the captivating qualities of her son-in-law would be to weaken the cause of revolt, in which all her energies were deeply engaged.