The sun moved round, came in through the small window and shone on the good lady's feet.

I had already jumped down from the bed and was helping the good lady to get up.

We talked for about an hour, until the good lady arrived.

"Tell your good lady she'll have her fabrics in a week at the very most."

"Be a good little lady and go play in the yard while we talk, now."

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.

Why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you?

Your father's very good at that, but now and then I've come across young ladies who just have to talk about things.

To which all I can say is, lady, good for you.

And the good lady let some tears run down her cheeks.