She would retire to the quiet back-water of Iffley, to become more faded, more insignificant, more lonely each year.
Theydon commiserated with her deeply and did not hesitate to utter his thoughts while putting her into a cab.
"Have you no friends in London ?" he inquired.

"I don't like the notion of sending you off alone into this wilderness.

London is the worst place in the world for any one in distress.

The heedless multitude seems to be callous and unsympathetic.

It isn't, in reality.