My dear, you mustn't get her on your nerves." "I'm afraid of meeting her." "It isn't likely that you ever will.

She isn't the sort one does meet--now, poor thing." "Who was she ?" "The wife of Sir Andrew Cayley, a tallow-chandler." "Oh, how did Walter ever--" "My dear, one meets all sorts of funny people in Scale.

He was a very wealthy tallow-chandler.

Besides, it wasn't he that Walter did meet, naturally." "How can you joke about it?
It makes me sick to think of it." "It made me sick enough once, dear.

But I don't think of it." "I can't help thinking of it." "Well, whenever you do, when it does come over you--it will, sometimes--think of what Walter's life was before he knew you.