He had moreover a constant gift of inexorable enquiry as to where and what they should have gone and have done if they hadn't been exactly as they were.
He had in short his resources, and his mistress had never been so conscious of them; on the other hand they never interfered so little with her own.

She liked to be as she was--if it could only have lasted.

She could accept even without bitterness a rigour of economy so great that the little fee they paid for admission to the pier had to be balanced against other delights.

The people at Ladle's and at Thrupp's had _their_ ways of amusing themselves, whereas she had to sit and hear Mr.
Mudge talk of what he might do if he didn't take a bath, or of the bath he might take if he only hadn't taken something else.

He was always with her now, of course, always beside her; she saw him more than "hourly," more than ever yet, more even than he had planned she should do at Chalk Farm.