If Mr.Carlyle should ever get tired of my lady, and--" "Wilson," harshly interrupted Joyce, "have the goodness to recollect yourself." "What have I said not?
Nothing but truth.

Men are shamefully fickle, husbands worse than sweethearts, and I'm sure I'm not thinking of anything wrong.

But to go back to the argument that we began with--I say that if anything happened to my lady, Miss Barbara, as sure as fate, would step into her shoes." "Nothing is going to happen to her," continued Joyce, with composure.
"I hope it is not, now or later--for the sake of this dear little innocent thing upon my lap," went on the undaunted Wilson.

"She would not make a very kind stepmother, for it is certain that where the first wife had been hated, her children won't be loved.

She would turn Mr.
Carlyle against them--" "I tell you what it is, Wilson," interrupted Joyce, in a firm, unmistakable tone, "if you think to pursue those sort of topics at East Lynne, I shall inform my lady that you are unsuitable for the situation." "I dare say!" "And you know that when I make up my mind to a thing I do it," continued Joyce.