"I don't like it, Mrs. Hurtle."
"And this man will make you mistress of his house. You say he isn't good at speaking; but I tell you I never came across an honester man in the whole course of my life, or one who I think would treat a woman better. What's the use of a glib tongue if there isn't a heart with it? What's the use of a lot of tinsel and lacker, if the real metal isn't there? Sir Felix Carbury could talk, I dare say, but you don't think now he was a very fine fellow."
"He was so beautiful, Mrs. Hurtle!"
"But he hadn't the spirit of a mouse in his bosom. Well, Ruby, you have one more choice left you. Shall it be John Crumb or Mrs. Buggins?"

And this man will make you mistress of his house. You say he isn't good at speaking; but I never came across an honester man in my whole life, or one who I think would treat a woman better. What's the use of a glib tongue if there isn't a heart with it? Sir Felix Carbury could talk, I dare say, but you don't think now he was a very fine fellow."
"He was so beautiful, Mrs. Hurtle!"
"But he hadn't the spirit of a mouse. Well, Ruby, you choose. Shall it be John Crumb or Mrs. Buggins?"
