"You are a very young woman for your years, my dear," said Mr. Copley gallantly.
"But I should like to know, Frank," said Mrs. Copley, thawing a little, "what you do mean to do with Dolly?"
"Take her to see the Bank of England. It's a wonderful institution."
"You know what I mean, Frank. Don't run away from my question. You have society enough, I suppose, of the kind that suits you; but Dolly and I are alone, or as near as possible. What is to become of Dolly, shut up here in smoke and fog? You should think of Dolly. I can stand it for myself."
"There'll be no want of people to think of Dolly."
"If they could see her; but they don't see her. How are they to see her?"
"I'll get you a place down in the country, if you like; out of the smoke."
"I should like it very much. But that will not help Dolly."
"Yes, it will; help her to keep fresh. I'll get her a pony."
"Mr. Copley, you will not answer me! I am talking of Dolly's prospects. You do not seem to consider them."