"Only the Lord knows. Sarah Jane's got him."
"She hasn't! Don't tell me!"
"But she has, though."
"Where?"
"York."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"Why?"
"Same old story. If she hadn't gone to Europe, she'd had him last year. I knew how 'twould be when she come home this summer an' begun to send him the letters. She's the powerfulest hand to do her duty that ever was. Everything else has to give way."