‘What do you call wrong?’

‘I don’t know;—­but I seem to be afraid of something.’

’I should have thought you were used to that kind of feeling by this time.’

‘Then there is something.’

’Don’t be a fool.  There is always something.  There is always much.  You don’t suppose that this kind of thing can be carried on as smoothly as the life of an old maid with L400 a year paid quarterly in advance.’

‘Shall we have to move again?’ she asked.

’How am I to tell?  You haven’t much to do when we move, and may get plenty to eat and drink wherever you go.  Does that girl mean to marry Lord Nidderdale?’ Madame Melmotte shook...