"I like them in tea."
"We can't afford to buy them, so it's lucky we don't like them."
There was a bitterness in her tone whenever she talked of money, which led Walter to avoid the topic. Evidently she was a discontented woman, angry because her lot in life was not brighter.
Walter pushed his chair from the table, and sat down again before the fire. She rose and cleared the table, replacing the bread and meat in the cupboard.
"Where are you going next?" she asked, after a pause.
Walter mentioned the name of the place.
"Have you ever been there?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Is it a flourishing place?"
"Yes, good enough, but I haven't been there for a year. It may have burned down for all I know."