1 Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce.
2 Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father.
3 Mrs. Pearce opens the door and awaits orders.
4 I think it must be regarded as her property, Mrs. Pearce.
5 You shall remain so, Eliza, under the care of Mrs. Pearce.
6 Mrs. Pearce shuts the door; and Eliza's plaints are no longer audible.
7 You're quite right, Mrs. Pearce: I shall be particularly careful before the girl.
8 I say: Mrs. Pearce will row if we leave these things lying about in the drawing-room.
9 You can adopt her, Mrs. Pearce: I'm sure a daughter would be a great amusement to you.
10 If you're naughty and idle you will sleep in the back kitchen among the black beetles, and be walloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick.
11 She came in a cab for her things before seven this morning; and that fool Mrs. Pearce let her have them without telling me a word about it.
12 The pathos of this deplorable figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce.
13 Mrs. Pearce says you're going to give me some to wear in bed at night different to what I wear in the daytime; but it do seem a waste of money when you could get something to show.