She was simply a vain, middle-aged woman, and Frere took her attentions for what they were worth.

Moreover, her good feeling towards him was useful, for reasons which will shortly appear.
Running down the ladder, cap in hand, he offered her his assistance.
"Thank you, Mr.Frere.These horrid ladders.

I really--he, he--quite tremble at them.

Hot! Yes, dear me, most oppressive.

John, the camp-stool.