"Come, Mr. Cheesacre, that's rank jealousy. What right can you have to ask me whether I shall take any man or no man? The chances are that I shall remain as I am till I'm carried to my grave; but I'm not going to give any pledge about it to you or to any one."
"You don't know that man, Mrs. Greenow; you don't, indeed. I tell it you as your friend. Does not it stand to reason, when he has got nothing in the world, that he must be a beggar? It's all very well saying that when a man is courting a lady, he shouldn't say much about his money; but you won't make me believe that any man will make a good husband who hasn't got a shilling. And for lies, there's no beating him!"
"Why, then, has he been such a friend of yours?"

"Come, Mr. Cheesacre, that's jealousy. What right can you have to ask me whether I shall take any man? The chances are that I shall remain as I am till I'm carried to my grave; but I'm not going to give any promise about it to you or to anyone."
"You don't know that man, Mrs. Greenow; you don't, indeed. He hasn't got a shilling. And for lies, there's no beating him!"
"Why, then, has he been such a friend of yours?"
