"And what shall you do now?"
"Ah, yes; that's easily asked; is it not? The man's a good sort of man in his way, you know. He doesn't drink or gamble; and I don't think there is a bit of the King David about him,—that I don't."
"Virtue personified, I should say."
"And he isn't extravagant."
"Then why not have him and have done with it?" asked Mrs. Carbuncle.
"He is such a lumpy man," said Lizzie;—"such an ass; such a load of Government waste-paper."
"Come, my dear;—you've had troubles."
"I have, indeed," said Lizzie.
"And there's no quite knowing yet how far they're over."
"What do you mean by that, Mrs. Carbuncle?"