“I don't know.”
“Don't see him.”
“Why not?”
“I am so afraid of Mr. Bassett. He is our evil genius. Let me see this person instead of you. May I?”
“Certainly not.”
“Might I see him first, love?”
“You will not see him at all.”
“Charles!”
“No, Bella; I cannot have these animals talking to my wife.”
“But, dear love, I am so full of forebodings. You know, Charles, I don't often presume to meddle; but I am in torture about this man. If you receive him, may I be with you? Then we shall be two to one.”