"'Ee bain't a married girl," she said, "Miss Throgmorton or what 'ee call it, that's how I wrote my letter to 'ee."
"Yes."
"How could 'ee know things I'd feel?
"I do."
"How old are 'ee?"
"Thirty next September."
"Why haven't 'ee married?"
"I haven't been asked. Look at me."
"I am."
"But look at me well."