I'm sure something should be done to make him give up part of his work, and he will listen to no one here.' 'Ah,' said Mrs.Pettifer, 'it's a thousand pities his father and sister can't come and live with him, if he isn't to marry.

But I wish with all my heart he could have taken to some nice woman as would have made a comfortable home for him.

I used to think he might take to Eliza Pratt; she's a good girl, and very pretty; but I see no likelihood of it now.' 'No, indeed.' said Rebecca, with some emphasis: 'Mr.Tryan's heart is not for any woman to win; it is all given to his work; and I could never wish to see him with a young inexperienced wife who would be a drag on him instead of a help-mate.' 'He'd need have somebody, young or old,' observed Mrs.Linnet, 'to see as he wears a flannel wescoat, an' changes his stockins when he comes in.
It's my opinion he's got that cough wi' sittin i' wet shoes and stockins; an' that Mrs.Wagstaff's a poor addle-headed thing; she doesn't half tek care on him.' 'O mother!' said Rebecca, 'she's a very pious woman.

And I'm sure she thinks it too great a privilege to have Mr.Tryan with her, not to do the best she can to make him comfortable.

She can't help her rooms being shabby.' 'I've nothing to say again' her piety, my dear; but I know very well I shouldn't like her to cook my victual.