"Well, you know the trouble he's had with his wife already about Sarah."
"It wasn't about Sarah. It was another woman altogether!"
"I know that. But she was the beginning of it."
"Let her be the end of it, then. If you're thinking of him. The sooner that wife of his gets a separation the better it'll be for him."
"And you want my sister to be mixed up in that?"
Mrs. Ransome began to cry.
"She can't be mixed up in it. He's past caring for Sarah, poor old girl."
"She isn't past caring for him. She isn't past anything," sobbed Mrs. Ransome.
"Don't be a fool, Topsy. There isn't any harm in poor old Toodles. Majendie's a jolly sight safer with Toodles, I can tell you, than he is with that wife of his."
"Has she come home, then?"