Jane could find no reply.
'I thought it was better,' he continued, in the same matter-of-fact voice, 'not to see either of you till this marriage of mine was over.
I've had a great deal of trouble in life--I'll tell you all about it some day, my dear--and I wanted just to settle myself before--I dare say you'll understand what I mean.

I suppose your grandfather has often spoken to you about me ?' 'Not very often, father,' was the murmured answer.
'Well, well; things'll soon be set right.

I feel quite proud of you, Janey; I do, indeed.

And I suppose you just keep house for him, eh ?' 'I go to work as well.' 'What?
You go to work?
How's that, I wonder ?' 'Didn't Miss Peckover tell you ?' Joseph laughed.

The girl could not grasp all these astonishing facts at once, and the presence of her father made her forget who Miss Peckover had become.
'You mean my wife, Janey! No, no; she didn't tell me you went to work;--an accident.