He could afford to do so now.
"Does Miss Beatrice go out canoeing now ?" he asked while Edward mumbled his astonished thanks.
"At times, sir--thanking you kindly; it ain't many suvrings as comes my way--though I hate the sight on it, I do.

I'd like to stave a hole in the bottom of that there cranky concern; it ain't safe, and that's the fact.

There'll be another accent out of it one of these fine days and no coming to next time.

But, Lord bless you, it's her way of pleasuring herself.

She's a queer un is Miss Beatrice, and she gets queerer and queerer, what with their being so tight screwed up at the Vicarage, no tithes and that, and one thing and another.