The apple-pudding came, and was apparently enjoyed.

A large portion of it was put between two plates.
"That's for Mrs.Grimes," suggested Mr.Grey.

"I am not quite sure that Mrs.Grimes is worthy of it." "If you knew what it was to be left without a shilling of your husband's wages you'd think yourself worthy." When the conversation about the pudding was over Mr.Grey ate his cheese, and then sat quite still in his arm-chair over the fire while the things were being taken away.

"I declare I think he is the wickedest man the world has ever produced," said Mr.Grey as soon as the door was shut, thus showing by the repetition of the words he had before used that his mind had been intent on Mr.Scarborough rather than on the pheasant.
"Why don't you have done with them ?" "That's all very well; but you wouldn't have done with them if you had known them all your life." "I wouldn't spend my time and energies in white-washing any rascal," said Dolly, with vigor.
"You don't know what you'd do.

And a man isn't to be left in the lurch altogether because he's a rascal.