"Pooh!" says Mrs. Yorke, who despises conventional smoothness quite as much as her husband does, and practises it as little, and whose plain speaking on all occasions is carried to a point calculated, sometimes, to awaken admiration, but oftener alarm--"pooh! you need not talk nonsense to me; a single man can have a home if he likes. Pray, does not your sister make a home for you?"

"Pooh!" says Mrs. Yorke. "You need not talk nonsense to me; a single man can have a home if he likes. Pray, does not your sister make a home for you?"
