"She wouldn't have me."
Mrs. Eldred's lower lip dropped, and she stared at Tanqueray.
"She wouldn't 'ave you? Then, depend upon it, that's wot made 'er ill."
"Ill?"
"Yes, ill, sir. Frettin', I suppose."
"Where's that address? Give it me at once."
"No, sir, I darsen't give it you. Eldred'd never forgive me."
"Haven't I told you I'm going to marry her?"
"I don't know, sir, as 'ow Rose'll marry you. When she's set, she's set. And if you'll forgive my saying it, sir, Rose is a good girl, but she's not in your class, sir, and it isn't suitable. And Rose, I dessay, she's 'ad the sense to see it so."
"She's got to see it as I see it. That address?"