Venus and Cupid

There was a twitch of Miss Betsey's head, after each of these sentences, as if her own old wrongs were working within her, and she repressed any plainer reference to them by strong constraint. So my mother suspected, at least, as she observed her by the low glimmer of the fire: too much scared by Miss Betsey, too uneasy in herself, and too subdued and bewildered altogether, to observe anything very clearly, or to know what to say. ¡¡¡¡'And was David good to you, child?' asked Miss Betsey, when she had been silent for a little while, and these motions of her head had gradually ceased. 'Were you comfortable together?' ¡¡¡¡'We were very happy,'
Copperfield was only too good to me.' ¡¡¡¡'What, he spoilt you, I suppose?' returned Miss Betsey. ¡¡¡¡'For being quite alone and dependent on myself in this rough world again, yes, I fear he did indeed,' sobbed my mother. ¡¡¡¡'Well! Don't cry!' said Miss Betsey. 'You were not equally matched, child - if any two people can be equally matched - and so I asked the question. You were an orphan, weren't you?' 'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡'And a governess?'