"Oh! he's failed, or something of the kind, that Henry told you of that day you had such a headache--what was it? (There, that's capital, Dixon. Miss Hale does us credit, does she not?) I wish I was as tall as a queen, and as brown as a gipsy, Margaret."
"But about Mr. Thornton?"

'Oh! he's failed, or something of the kind, as Henry told you that day you had such a headache. There, that's capital, Dixon. Miss Hale does us credit, does she not? I wish I was as tall as a queen, and as brown as a gipsy, Margaret.'
'But about Mr. Thornton?'
