"Oh dear no;--why not certainly? I wish he'd write every day of his life, so that things would come round again. Nothing ever troubles me so much as broken love. Why don't he come again himself, Mrs. Hurtle?"
"It is not at all likely that he should come again. It is all over, and there is no good in talking of it. I shall return to New York on Saturday week."
"Oh, Mrs. Hurtle!"

"Why not certainly? I wish he'd write every day, so that things would come round again. Nothing ever troubles me so much as broken love."
"It is all over, and there is no good in talking of it. I shall return to New York on Saturday week."
"Oh, Mrs. Hurtle! 