You know.

Says life with me is going to be a bit too uncertain for her.

Perhaps she's right." "Oh, why don't you chuck it," advised Miss Ensor, "give the Bourgeois a rest." Mr.Simson shook his head.

"Somebody's got to tackle them," he said.
"Tell them the truth about themselves, to their faces." "Yes, but it needn't be you," suggested Miss Ensor.
Mary was leaning over the table.

Miss Ensor's four-penny veal and ham pie was ready.