Possibly; one cannot say more than that; for the world to which he belonged is above all a world of frustration, and only the one man in half a million has fate for his friend.
Much Clem cared for antiquities; when she had wearied herself in pretending interest, a seat in an unvisited corner gave her an opportunity for more congenial dialogue.
'How's Mrs.Pennyloaf ?' she asked, with a smile of malice.
'How's Mr.What's-his-name Snowdon ?' was the reply.
'My husband's a gentleman.

Good thing for me I had the sense to wait.' 'And for me too, I dare say.' 'Why ain't you at work?
Got the sack ?' 'I can take a day off if I like, can't I ?' 'And you'll go 'ome and tell your wife as you've been working.

I know what you men are.

What 'ud Mrs.Pennyloaf say if she knew you was here with me?
You daren't tell her; you daren't!' 'I'm not doing any harm as I know of.

I shall tell her if I choose, and if I choose I shan't.