“Mother,” he said, gravely, “thee ‘t talking wild. Don’t let me hear thee say such things again. It’s no good talking o’ what can never be. Dinah’s not for marrying; she’s fixed her heart on a different sort o’ life.”
“Very like,” said Lisbeth, impatiently, “very like she’s none for marr’ing, when them as she’d be willin’ t’ marry wonna ax her. I shouldna ha’ been for marr’ing thy feyther if he’d ne’er axed me; an’ she’s as fond o’ thee as e’er I was o’ Thias, poor fellow.”
—Lisbeth Bede and her son Adam, in George Eliot’s Adam Bede.
Even the wise and intelligent Adam Bede sometimes needs his mom to point out the obvious.