Her eyes did not fit the face at all; they were old eyes, tired yet restless, and clouded with a peculiar film which robbed them of all depth.

Curiously disturbing eyes they were, like windows with the blinds down! If her eyes were restless, her hands were restless too and she kept snapping the catch of her hand-bag with an irritating click as she spoke.
"I know I ought to have been here when the doctor called to see Amy," she went on, "but I could not get away.

Mrs.Lewis talked and talked.
That woman is worse than Tennyson's brook.

She makes me want to scream! I wonder," musingly, "what would happen if I should jump up some day and scream and scream?
I think I'll try it." "Do!" "What did Doctor Paragon-what's-his-name say about Amy ?" "He thinks we have been treating Aunt Amy wrongly.

He thinks she should be humoured more.