"Is there anything wrong, Melmotte?" she said afterwards, creeping up to him in the back parlour, and speaking in French.
"What do you call wrong?"
"I don't know;--but I seem to be afraid of something."
"I should have thought you were used to that kind of feeling by this time."
"Then there is something."
"Don't be a fool. There is always something. There is always much. You don't suppose that this kind of thing can be carried on as smoothly as the life of an old maid with 400 a year paid quarterly in advance."

His wife afterwards crept up to him in the back parlour. "Is there anything wrong, Melmotte?"
"What do you call wrong?"
"I don't know; but I seem to be afraid of something."
"I should have thought you were used to that by this time."
"Then there is something."
"Don't be a fool. There is always something."
