He tries never to be alone with me.

My poor old Dixon, it has spoilt my life for me; for I don't think he loves me any more." She sobbed as if her heart would break; and now it was Dixon's turn to be comforter.
"Ah, dear, my blessing, he loves you above everything.

It's only he can't a-bear the sight of us, as is but natural.

And if he doesn't fancy being alone with you, there's always one as does, and that's a comfort at the worst of times.

And don't ye fret about what I said a minute ago.