You have always been very clever at hitting things off, Lizzie. I was always sorry my youngest son married a clever woman. He only wanted a bit of coaxing and managing, and you clever women won't do it.
MRS. HOLROYD
He wanted a slave, not a wife.
GRANDMOTHER
It's a pity your stomach wasn't too high for him, before you had him. But no, you could have eaten him ravishing at one time.
MRS. HOLROYD
It's a pity you didn't tell me what he was before I had him. But no, he was all angel. You left me to find out what he really was.
GRANDMOTHER
Some women could have lived with him happy enough. An' a fat lot you'd have thanked me for my telling.
[There is a knock at the door. Mrs. Holroyd opens.