'What is this ?' 'Truth, ma'am, and nothing but truth,' replied the artful Phib.
'What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; 'on the brink of unconsciously destroying the peace and happiness of my own 'Tilda.

What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake ?' 'Because they can't help it, miss,' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.) 'Never let me hear of it again,' retorted Miss Squeers.

'Never! Do you hear?
'Tilda Price has faults--many faults--but I wish her well, and above all I wish her married; for I think it highly desirable--most desirable from the very nature of her failings--that she should be married as soon as possible.

No, Phib.

Let her have Mr Browdie.