It was so thoroughly un-English.

Down with the devilish system of separation between the classes in this country--that is what I say! "Yes; I am going to take it to Susan myself." "Shall I go with you ?" "No, no.

Not the least occasion." She turned to me.

"I suppose you are too tired to go out again, after your walk on the hills ?" she said.
I had dined; I had rested; I was quite ready to go out again, and I said so.
Lucilla's face brightened.

For some reason of her own, she had apparently attached a certain importance to persuading me to go out with her.
"It's only a visit to a poor rheumatic woman in the village," she said.
"I have got an embrocation for her; and I can't very well send it.