It was she who held in her hands the fate of skelmersdale and of Frank Wentworth.
He could not fly from his work because he lost skelmersdale; and how was he to bear it?
They have the living of skelmersdale, I know; and I remember now that their nephew was to have had it.
"Frank might as well tell us he would not have skelmersdale," she said.
"skelmersdale," said I to myself at the sight of it, and went in.
So, unpropitiously, my acquaintance with Mr. skelmersdale began.
And that is the tale of Mr. skelmersdale in Fairyland just as he told it to me.
Suppose after all that ending with Mrs. skelmersdale was simply a beginning.
Recoiling from this, he was at once resumed by Mrs. skelmersdale.
This was how he had been left out of active things, a prey to distractions, excitements, idle temptations—and Mrs. skelmersdale.