I go by the morning train, you see, so as to reach Garsington by tea-time.

I daresay you will find it rather dull, but you like being dull.

The old clergyman is a low stamp of man, and a bore, and as for the eldest daughter, Elizabeth, she's too awful--she reminds me of a rat.

But Beatrice is handsome enough, though I think her horrid too.

You'll have to console yourself with her, and I daresay you will suit each other." "Why do you think her horrid, Honoria ?" "Oh, I don't know; she is clever and odd, and I hate odd women.