I always pity the poor women so! We've got a lot to complain of!" She shook her head.

Her eyes wandered about the table, and she remarked irrelevantly, "The poor little Queen of Holland! Newspaper reporters practically, one may say, at her bedroom door!" "Were you talking of the Queen of Holland ?" said the pleasant voice of Miss Allan, who was searching for the thick pages of _The_ _Times_ among a litter of thin foreign sheets.
"I always envy any one who lives in such an excessively flat country," she remarked.
"How very strange!" said Mrs.Elliot.

"I find a flat country so depressing." "I'm afraid you can't be very happy here then, Miss Allan," said Susan.
"On the contrary," said Miss Allan, "I am exceedingly fond of mountains." Perceiving _The_ _Times_ at some distance, she moved off to secure it.
"Well, I must find my husband," said Mrs.Elliot, fidgeting away.
"And I must go to my aunt," said Miss Warrington, and taking up the duties of the day they moved away.
Whether the flimsiness of foreign sheets and the coarseness of their type is any proof of frivolity and ignorance, there is no doubt that English people scarce consider news read there as news, any more than a programme bought from a man in the street inspires confidence in what it says.

A very respectable elderly pair, having inspected the long tables of newspapers, did not think it worth their while to read more than the headlines.
"The debate on the fifteenth should have reached us by now," Mrs.
Thornbury murmured.

Mr.Thornbury, who was beautifully clean and had red rubbed into his handsome worn face like traces of paint on a weather-beaten wooden figure, looked over his glasses and saw that Miss Allan had _The_ _Times_.
The couple therefore sat themselves down in arm-chairs and waited.
"Ah, there's Mr.Hewet," said Mrs.Thornbury.