There was no power in his voice, no vigour in his frame.

He was just slipping quickly down the hill for want of proper care and understanding.
"I don't know whether I am much better off than you," said an English lady, Mrs.Bridgetower.

"I certainly have a trained nurse to look after me, but she is altogether too much for me, and she does just as she pleases.

She is always ailing, or else pretends to be; and she is always depressed.

She grumbles from eight in the morning till nine at night.
I have heard that she is cheerful with other people, but she never gives me the benefit of her brightness.