I'm sorry to have made you so offended like--it's no affair of mine.

I'm quite aware of that--only that I thought, seeing you've been here nigh on two years and never gone out by yourself before like--I was only just making--whatcher might call--friendly inquiry about it--see ?" She brushed the heads of the shrimps into the slop-basin with her hand and stood up, evidently offended, from the table.
"Of course, it's no business of mine, and I have no cause to complain of anything you do; you give no offence to me, I must say that.

I never had better be'aved lodgers than I've got at present." "But you felt curious ?" suggested Janet.
"Me?
Curious?
Well, I think that's the last thing you could accuse me of.

I've got enough affairs of me own without worrying about other people's.

Me?
Curious ?" She laughed at the impossibility of such a thing, and began to clear away the breakfast things with more noise than was actually necessary.
"Well, there's nothing to be excited about, then," said Janet.
Mrs.Hewson laid a cup and saucer with such gentleness upon a pile of plates that the absence of noise was oppressive.
"I'm not excited," she said with crimson cheeks.
"Sorry," said Janet, laconically; "thought you were.