CHAPTER XI.
A LITTLE ABOUT JENNY Meanwhile, as New Zion moved and hummed and whizzed, and as "The Dawn" went on dawning week by week,--you couldn't expect the dawn oftener than once a week in Coalchester,--the love of Jenny and Theophil grew more and more perfect.
There was a long while to wait yet before Jenny was to bear what seemed to her the finest of all names, for old Mrs.Talbot, easily manageable as a rule, had a way of quietly putting her foot down on occasion that would have surprised you.

Jenny was only just passed nineteen, and was no fit wife for any man yet, least of all for a great sprawling fellow like that.

Let her get a little more flesh on her bones, something more than all spirit and nerves, let her get well turned twenty, and it might be thought of, but not now.
No! it's no use coming with your nonsense, you silly big fellow! You know when the soft old mother says a thing, she means it.
So it proved.

Old Mrs.Talbot on this point remained a homely form of adamant.

However, the lovers were not badly off.