"You'd have a woman in to scrub."
"Carrying the coals?"
"You'd carry the coals, George."
"By Jove, I never thought of that. I suppose I could." He pondered.
"You see," he said, "she wants to live at Hampstead."
"You can't cut her off from her own people."
"I'm not cutting her off. She goes to see them."
"She'll go to see them if you live at Hampstead. If you live here they'll come and see you. For she'll be ill and they'll have to."
Tanqueray looked at her, not without admiration.
"Jinny, you're ten times cleverer than I."