"No more than you did, my dear.

Perhaps a little less.

Eh, what two fools we are here, fending off the truth! Fools from the start--and now, simme, playing foolish to the end; ay, when all's said and naked atween us.

Lev' us quit talkin' of George Vyell.

We knawed George Vyell, you and me too; and here we be, left to rear children by en.
But the man we hated over wasn' George Vyell." "Yet if--as you say--you loved him--the other one--why, when you saw his life ruined and guessed the lie that ruined it--when a word could have righted him--if you loved him--" "Why didn't I speak?
Ladies are most dull, somehow; or else you don't try to see.