Mother Vimpany has had a hard life of it.

Just change places with her for a minute or so--and you'll understand what she has had to go through.

Find yourself, for instance, in Ireland, without the means to take you back to England.
Add to that, a husband who sends you away to make money for him at the theatre, and a manager (not an Irishman, thank God!) who refuses to engage you--after your acting has filled his dirty pockets in past days--because your beauty has faded with time.

Doesn't your bright imagination see it all now?
My old friend Arabella, ready and anxious to serve me--and a sinking at this poor fellow's heart when he knew, if he once lost the trace of you, he might lose it for ever--there's the situation, as they call it on the stage.

I wish I could say for myself what I may say for Mrs.Vimpany.