Then the courage of despair suddenly possessed him.
"If I had known that," he said, with much deliberation, "I should have kept the thought to myself.

But I'm afraid there's no denying that the mill spoils the village." "The mill is the making of the village," said Lady Ogram, emphatically.
"In one sense, very likely.

I spoke only of the picturesqueness of the place." "I know you did.

And what's the good of picturesqueness to people who have to earn their living?
Is that your way of looking at things?
Would you like to keep villages pretty, and see the people go to the dogs ?" "Not at all.

I'm quite of the other way of thinking, Lady Ogram.