He and Mrs Jonathan are to come to-morrow, you know, my dear.

I hope in my heart everything is as fine as fippence, or my lady 'll turn up her nose.' 'I can't make things neater, Davy.' This was said by Mrs Prothero, in a desponding tone, quite different from her former quiet cheerfulness, and she accompanied the words by rubbing her hands nervously one over the other.
'There now, don't look as if you were going to be smothered.

Mrs Jonathan isn't so bad as all that.

I wish to goodness Jonathan hadn't married a fine lady.

But then she brought him a good fortune, and it's all the better for our children.' 'I don't want her money.' 'But if it wasn't for her, my dear, Rowland would never have had an Oxford edication.' 'I'd as soon he had gone to Lampeter, or been made a good Wesleyan minister, and then he might have been content to stay in Wales, instead of going off to England.' 'There, there! never mind! He'll be a bishop some day; and though you do still incline to the chapel, you'll be proud of that.