I cannot imagine why anyone should be upset because an abandoned hussy has been so wicked as to destroy herself.
Cobbett.
Well, it hasn’t taken my appetite away, at all events.
Mrs. Insoley.
If we were honest with ourselves, Mr. Cobbett, we should acknowledge that nobody’s death is important enough to interfere with one’s appetite.
Miss Hall.
Oh, Mrs. Insoley, how can you say such a thing?
Mrs. Insoley.
Louisa, I’ve been like a mother to you for ten years. Would you eat one potato less for your dinner if I were found dead in my bed to-morrow morning?
Miss Hall.