I only wish I had been better brought up and was likely to make him a better wife, for I am very fond of him." "I am sorry to hear this," said I, "I must confess." "I don't know why you should be sorry," she retorted a little anxiously, "but I am engaged to Mr.Turveydrop, whether or no, and he is very fond of me.

It's a secret as yet, even on his side, because old Mr.Turveydrop has a share in the connexion and it might break his heart or give him some other shock if he was told of it abruptly.
Old Mr.Turveydrop is a very gentlemanly man indeed--very gentlemanly." "Does his wife know of it ?" asked Ada.
"Old Mr.Turveydrop's wife, Miss Clare ?" returned Miss Jellyby, opening her eyes.

"There's no such person.

He is a widower." We were here interrupted by Peepy, whose leg had undergone so much on account of his sister's unconsciously jerking it like a bell-rope whenever she was emphatic that the afflicted child now bemoaned his sufferings with a very low-spirited noise.

As he appealed to me for compassion, and as I was only a listener, I undertook to hold him.
Miss Jellyby proceeded, after begging Peepy's pardon with a kiss and assuring him that she hadn't meant to do it.
"That's the state of the case," said Caddy.