"I'm not thinking very much about it, Mrs. Greenow; that's the truth," said the Captain. "I daresay the wine is very good of its kind." Then there was another period of silence between them.
"I suppose you find it rather dull, living in lodgings; don't you?" asked the Captain.
"I don't know quite what you mean by dull, Captain Bellfield; but a woman circumstanced as I am, can't find her life very gay. It's not a full twelvemonth yet since I lost all that made life desirable, and sometimes I wonder at myself for holding up as well as I do."
"It's wicked to give way to grief too much, Mrs. Greenow."

"I'm not thinking about it, Mrs. Greenow; that's the truth," said the Captain. "I suppose you find it rather dull, living in lodgings?"
"A woman in my circumstances can't find her life very gay, Captain Bellfield. It's not yet a full year yet since I lost all that made life happy."
"It's wicked to give way to grief too much, Mrs. Greenow."
