She replied imperiously: "Of course she'll like it; why shouldn't she ?" Mrs.Small grew nervous.
"I didn't know," she said; "I thought she mightn't like to leave her friends.

Your Uncle James says she doesn't take enough interest in life.
We think--I mean Timothy thinks--she ought to go out more.

I expect you'll miss her very much!" June clasped her hands behind her neck.
"I do wish," she cried, "Uncle Timothy wouldn't talk about what doesn't concern him!" Aunt Juley rose to the full height of her tall figure.
"He never talks about what doesn't concern him," she said.
June was instantly compunctious; she ran to her aunt and kissed her.
"I'm very sorry, auntie; but I wish they'd let Irene alone." Aunt Juley, unable to think of anything further on the subject that would be suitable, was silent; she prepared for departure, hooking her black silk cape across her chest, and, taking up her green reticule: "And how is your dear grandfather ?" she asked in the hall, "I expect he's very lonely now that all your time is taken up with Mr.Bosinney." She bent and kissed her niece hungrily, and with little, mincing steps passed away.
The tears sprang up in June's eyes; running into the little study, where Bosinney was sitting at the table drawing birds on the back of an envelope, she sank down by his side and cried: "Oh, Phil! it's all so horrid!" Her heart was as warm as the colour of her hair.
On the following Sunday morning, while Soames was shaving, a message was brought him to the effect that Mr.Bosinney was below, and would be glad to see him.

Opening the door into his wife's room, he said: "Bosinney's downstairs.

Just go and entertain him while I finish shaving.