You promise ?" "I promise," he answered.
Mrs.Unthank was making every effort to keep under control her fierce discomposure.

She rose as Dominey entered the room and dropped an old-fashioned curtsey.
"Well, Mrs.Unthank," he enquired, "what can I do for you ?" "It's about the wood again, sir," she confessed.

"I can't bear it.

All night long I seem to hear those axes, and the calling of the men." "What is your objection, Mrs.Unthank, to the destruction of the Black Wood ?" Dominey asked bluntly.

"It is nothing more nor less than a noisome pest-hole.