There are no very near neighbours--I mean, not the sort of people they would recognize as neighbours--except the Hewels.

Youlestone is such an out-of-the-way place, and Sir Timothy was never on intimate terms with any one.

Mrs.
Hewel is a fool--there was only little Sarah whom Lady Mary made a pet of--but she had no friends.

Sir Timothy and his sisters made visiting such a stiff and formal business, that it was no wonder she hated paying calls; the more especially as it could lead to nothing.

He would not entertain; he grudged the expense.