Plymdale, happened to say that she could not stay longer, because she was going to see poor Rosamond.
"Why do you say 'poor Rosamond'?" said Mrs Plymdale, a round-eyed sharp little woman, like a tamed falcon.
"She is so pretty, and has been brought up in such thoughtlessness. The mother, you know, had always that levity about her, which makes me anxious for the children."
"Well, Harriet, if I am to speak my mind," said Mrs Plymdale, with emphasis, "I must say, anybody would suppose you and Mr Bulstrode would be delighted with what has happened, for you have done everything to put Mr Lydgate forward."
"Selina, what do you mean?" said Mrs Bulstrode, in genuine surprise.
"Not but what I am truly thankful for Ned's sake," said Mrs Plymdale. "He could certainly better afford to keep such a wife than some people can; but I should wish him to look elsewhere. Still a mother has anxieties, and some young men would take to a bad life in consequence. Besides, if I was obliged to speak, I should say I was not fond of strangers coming into a town."
"I don't know, Selina," said Mrs Bulstrode,