"Then, you see, she can't be fretting after them, eh? It has always been a comfort to me to think that your mother was so simple and open that I knew every little grievance she had. She never would conceal anything seriously affecting her health from me: would she, eh, Margaret? I am quite sure she would not. So don't let me hear of these foolish morbid ideas. Come, give me a kiss, and run off to bed."

'Then, you see, she can't be fretting after it, eh? Your mother would never conceal anything seriously affecting her health from me: would she, Margaret? So don't let me hear these foolish morbid ideas. Come, give me a kiss, and run off to bed.'
