They had both agreed that there was an opening for a young dentist who would do his work well, charge low prices, and be content to live cheaply till the Tillage grew richer.

"It's just what _I_ want," he said.

"I don't seem to care much about making money if I can live honestly among kind-hearted folks." "But surely," cried Mrs.Rexford, "neither Dr.Nash nor Principal Trenholme suggested to you that Captain Rexford could give you rooms for--" She was going to say "pulling out teeth," but she omitted that.
The young man looked at her, evidently thinking of something else.
"Would you consider it a liberty, ma'am, if I--" He stopped diffidently, for, seeing by his manner that he meditated immediate action of some sort, she looked at him so fiercely that her glance interrupted him for a moment, "if I were to stop the stove smoking ?" He completed the sentence with great humility, evidently puzzled to know how he had excited her look of offence.
She gave another excited poke at the damper herself, and, having got her hand blacked, wiped it on her coarse grey apron.

The diamond keeper above the wedding-ring looked oddly out of place, but not more so than the small, shapely hand that wore it.

Seeing that she had done the stove no good, she sat back in her chair with her hands crossed upon her now dirty apron.
"You can do nothing with it.