Of course she will marry him.' 'Then there will be an end of it,' said George.
There was one other question which Madame Faragon longed to ask; but she was almost too much afraid of her young friend to put it into words.

At last she plucked up courage, and did ask her question after an ambiguous way.
'But I suppose it is nothing to you, George ?' 'Nothing at all.

Nothing on earth,' said he.

'How should it be anything to me ?' Then he hesitated for a while, pausing to think whether or not he would tell the truth to Madame Faragon.

He knew that there was no one on earth, setting aside his father and Marie Bromar, to whom he was really so dear as he was to this old woman.
She would probably do more for him, if it might possibly be in her power to do anything, than any other of his friends.