I'm forty, and near bye caring.

But he's a dacent man, and it's lonely now ma faither's awa, an' I'm a guid cook, an' he would aye come in to a clean fireside.' So she married him and made a good wife to him, and they had one son.
And Mirren's son is now Sir John Banks, a baronet and an M.P.Tuts, the thing's ridiculous....

Not that there's anything wrong with the man.
He's a soft-tongued, stuffed-looking butler-like creature, with a lot of that low cunning that is known as business instinct, but he was good to his mother.

He didn't marry till she died, and she kept house for him in his grand new house--the dear soul with her caps and her broad south-country accent.

She managed wonderfully, for she had great natural dignity, and aped nothing.