"Now, Rosa," said he, rather peevishly, "you know I hate--noise." Rosa had actually forgotten that trait for a single moment; but, being reminded of it, she reduced her sobs in the prettiest way, not to offend a tender parent who could not bear noise.

Under this homely term, you must know, he included all scenes, disturbances, rumpuses, passions; and expected all men, women, and things in Kent Villa to go smoothly--or go elsewhere.
"Come, young people," said he, "don't make a disturbance.

Where's the grievance?
Have I said he shall never marry you?
Have I forbidden him to correspond?
or even to call, say twice a year.

All I say is, no marriage, nor contract of marriage, until there is an income." Then he turned to Christopher.

"Now if you can't make an income without her, how could you make one with her, weighed down by the load of expenses a wife entails?
I know her better than you do; she is a good girl, but rather luxurious and self-indulgent.