"Upon my word she's kind. Upon my word she is," said Cheesacre, getting very angry and very red. "Charlie Fairstairs, indeed! I wouldn't pick her out of a gutter with a pair of tongs. She ain't good enough for my bailiff, let alone me."
"But somebody must take her in hand on Saturday, if you're to do any good," said the crafty Bellfield.
"What the deuce does she have that nasty creature there for?" said Cheesacre, who thought it very hard that everything should not be arranged exactly as he would desire.
"She wants a companion, of course. You can get rid of Charlie, you know, when you make her Mrs. Cheesacre."

"Upon my word she's kind," said Cheesacre, getting very angry and very red. "Charlie Fairstairs, indeed! I wouldn't pick her out of a gutter with a pair of tongs."
"But somebody must take her in hand on Saturday, if you're to do any good with the widow," said the crafty Bellfield.
"What the deuce does she have that nasty creature there for?" said Cheesacre.
"As a companion, of course. You can get rid of Charlie, you know, when you make her Mrs. Cheesacre."
