"She is quite right there." "'And she didn't know how to order the dinner,' she said; and so she went on, till I said, 'Well, my dears, I don't wish that there should be any mistake about this for want of a little plain speaking.'" "Well ?" said John, when she came to a dead stop.
"And she said, 'You love St.George, don't you, just as much as if he was related to you ?' 'How can any one help loving him ?' 'And I know if you leave us he won't be half so comfortable.

And nobody should ever interfere with you,' So I said I would keep their house for them, and you may suppose how glad I was to say it, for I'm like a cat, exactly like a cat--I don't like to leave a place that I am used to, and it would have been difficult for her to manage." "Yes, very." "I had often been thinking, when I supposed I had to go, that she would never remember to see that the table-linen was all used in its proper turn, and to have the winter curtains changed for white ones before the sun faded them." "You're such a comfortable, dear thing to live with," observed Valentine, now the narrative was over.

"Everybody likes you, you know." Mrs.Henfrey smiled complacently, accepting the compliment.

She was, to all strangers, an absolutely uninteresting woman; but her family knew her merits, and Giles and Valentine were both particularly alive to them.
"And so here I am," continued 'sister,' "but it is a pity for poor Emily, for she wanted me to live in that house, you know, John, with her." "But I thought old Walker was devoted to her," said John.
"So he was, my dear, so long as her boy was with her; but now she is nobody, and I am told he shows a willingness to let her go, which is almost like dismissing her." "I hope she will not get my old woman away to live with her," thought John, with a sudden start.

"I don't know what I may be driven to, if she does.