"Certain. I never was one for cryin', nor for bein' seen cry. It's just—it's just sittin' here with me 'ands before me, havin' nothing to do."
"I suppose there isn't very much for you to do."
"I've done all there is and a great deal there isn't."
"I say, shall we go to the play to-night?"
She smiled with pleasure at his thought for her. Then she shook her head. "It's not plays I want—it's work. I'd like to have me hands full. If we had a little house——"
"Oh no. No—no—no." He looked terrified.
"It would come a lot cheaper. Only a little house, where I could do all the work."
"I've told you before I won't let you."
"With a girl," she pleaded, "to scrub. A little house up Hampstead way."
"I don't want to live up Hampstead way."