Nobody has ever disparaged you in your daughter's hearing; and Fanny is much too generous to spurn her mother in adversity.

I'll take you home with me, for I have sent her into the country to be out of harm's way.

There she lives with a kinswoman of her father's--a somewhat severe personage, I admit; but I'll reconcile her to you." "Oh, sir, I don't expect that Teresa will raise me up to her level, but I shall be content to be her servant, her kitchen-wench, if only my daughter be about me." "What nonsense you are talking, my worthy woman!" blurted out honest Boltay, awkwardly.

"I've servants enough of my own, so there's no need for my ward to do manual labour.

In half an hour we will set out together, and just leave the rest to me." Mrs.Meyer would thereupon have kissed Mr.Boltay's boots again, but the worthy man escaped from the sentimental creature in time, and employed the half-hour during which he was absent from her in scouring about the slop-shops and collecting all sorts of ready-made garments, and returned home with a complete suit, which Mrs.Meyer, despite her lady-like squeamishness, was obliged to put on instead of her disgraceful rags.
And here I may mention, lest any of my readers should be blessed with as strong a credulity as Mr.Boltay, that there was not one word of truth in the tragic monologue above described.