"I daresay the wine is very good of its kind." Then there was another period of silence between them.
"I suppose you find it rather dull, living in lodgings; don't you ?" asked the Captain.
"I don't know quite what you mean by dull, Captain Bellfield; but a woman circumstanced as I am, can't find her life very gay.

It's not a full twelvemonth yet since I lost all that made life desirable, and sometimes I wonder at myself for holding up as well as I do." "It's wicked to give way to grief too much, Mrs Greenow." "That's what my dear Kate always says to me, and I'm sure I do my best to overcome it." Upon this soft tears trickled down her cheek, showing in their course that she at any rate used no paint in producing that freshness of colour which was one of her great charms.
Then she pressed her handkerchief to her eyes, and removing it, smiled faintly on the Captain.

"I didn't intend to treat you to such a scene as this, Captain Bellfield." "There is nothing on earth, Mrs Greenow, I desire so much, as permission to dry those tears." "Time alone can do that, Captain Bellfield;--time alone." "But cannot time be aided by love and friendship and affection ?" "By friendship, yes.

What would life be worth without the solace of friendship ?" "And how much better is the warm glow of love ?" Captain Bellfield, as he asked this question, deliberately got up, and moved his chair over to the widow's side.

But the widow as deliberately changed her position to the corner of a sofa.