Mrs Yule stood at a distance.
'We must remember her age,' she said.
'Why yes, of course.' He mused, and began to nibble a biscuit.
'And you know, Alfred, she never does meet any young men.

I've often thought it wasn't right to her.' 'H'm! But this lad Milvain is a very doubtful sort of customer.

To begin with, he has nothing, and they tell me his mother for the most part supports him.

I don't quite approve of that.

She isn't well off, and he ought to have been making a living by now.
He has a kind of cleverness, may do something; but there's no being sure of that.' These thoughts were not coming into his mind for the first time.