I had it from 'Lizy Wells.

Camilla told her." Jerome shifted his back towards his aunt as he sat on his bench.

His face, bent over his work, was white and rigid.
"You're coldin' of the shop off, Belindy," said Ozias.
"Well, I s'pose I be," said she, with a pleasant titter of apology, and backed off the threshold and shut the door.
"That's a woman," said Ozias, "who 'ain't got any affairs of her own, but she's perfectly contented an' happy with her neighbors', taken weak.

That's the kind of woman to marry if you ain't got anythin' to give her--no money, no interests in life, no anythin'." Jerome made no reply.

His uncle gave a shrewd glance at him.