That's what you must say.

Come, Mrs Greenow!" "Ah, Mr Cheesacre, you don't know what it is to have buried the pride of your youth hardly yet twelve months." "But you have buried him, and there let there be an end of it.

Your sitting here all alone, morning, noon, and night, won't bring him back.

I'm sorry for him; I am indeed.

Poor Greenow! But what more can I do ?" "I can do more, Mr Cheesacre.