"Gracious mercy! is her life in danger?" Mrs. Bute cried. "Why, why, Mr. Clump, did you not inform me sooner?"
The night before, Mr. Clump and Dr. Squills had had a consultation (over a bottle of wine at the house of Sir Lapin Warren, whose lady was about to present him with a thirteenth blessing), regarding Miss Crawley and her case.
"What a little harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley. Devilish good Madeira."
"What a fool Rawdon Crawley has been," Clump replied, "to go and marry a governess! There was something about the girl, too."

"Gracious mercy! is her life in danger?" Mrs. Bute cried. "Why did you not inform me sooner?"
The night before this, Mr. Clump and Dr. Squills had had a consultation about Miss Crawley and her case.
"What a harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley."
"What a fool Rawdon Crawley has been," Clump replied, "to go and marry a governess! There was something about the girl, too."
