She is depressed, but this confinement perhaps adds to her depression.

She should have change, fresh air, gaiety; the most delightful remedies in the pharmacopoeia," Mr.Clump said, grinning and showing his handsome teeth.

"Persuade her to rise, dear Madam; drag her from her couch and her low spirits; insist upon her taking little drives.

They will restore the roses too to your cheeks, if I may so speak to Mrs.Bute Crawley." "The sight of her horrid nephew casually in the Park, where I am told the wretch drives with the brazen partner of his crimes," Mrs.Bute said (letting the cat of selfishness out of the bag of secrecy), "would cause her such a shock, that we should have to bring her back to bed again.

She must not go out, Mr.Clump.