He doesn't look very well to-day, does he?
NELLY MORRIS.
What, Mr. Tapley? Oh, much the same as——
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Lor', no, my dear! how your mind does run on that nasty things I was speaking of your brother.
NELLY MORRIS.
You don't think he's going to break down?
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Oh no, my dear—at least we'll hope for the best. He seemed a bit pale, that's all.
(Nelly takes books from the table and puts them away in case, and in other ways tidies up the room while talking.)