"That's all right. I'm glad on it," he said, "for she've had a hard time of it upstairs. When is it likely she'll be about again?"
"What did the doctor say? Didn't he tell you when?"
"He don't trouble to say much. I'm sure I'm right down glad when he don't say she's worse, for that's been the one word in his mouth lately."
Jane made no reply, but the feeling that her eyes were fixed steadily on him exasperated him beyond control.
"What d'yer see in my ugly mug?" he asked. "Have you fallen in love with it?"
"No."
"Then may be yer sees som'ut to skeer yer?"
"It's bad to have anything on the mind," she replied.
Matthew winced a little. "I'll tell you a piece of my mind," he said, throwing his half-smoked pipe into the fire, "I'll take Mrs. Marks' sauce and welcome, but I'm d—d if I take any other 'ooman's living."
"I wonder whatever ails you?" said she, quietly.