Fancy a month at Yarmouth with no companion but such a woman as that!" "I shouldn't mind it.

Aunt Greenow always seems to me to be a very good sort of woman." "She may be a good woman, but I must say I think she's of a bad sort.
You've never heard her talk about her husband ?" "No, never; I think she did cry a little the first day she came to Queen Anne Street, but that wasn't unnatural." "He was thirty years older than herself." "But still he was her husband.

And even if her tears are assumed, what of that?
What's a woman to do?
Of course she was wrong to marry him.

She was thirty-five, and had nothing, while he was sixty-five, and was very rich.

According to all accounts she made him a very good wife, and now that she's got all his money, you wouldn't have her go about laughing within three months of his death." "No; I wouldn't have her laugh; but neither would I have her cry.
And she's quite right to wear weeds; but she needn't be so very outrageous in the depth of her hems, or so very careful that her caps are becoming.