You will excuse her infirmities?
If she were in a more elevated station of society, she would be gouty.

Being but a hewer of wood and drawer of water, she is rheumatic.

My dear Haredale, these are natural class distinctions, depend upon it.' Mr Haredale, whose face resumed its lowering and distrustful look the moment he heard the voice, inclined his head stiffly, and turned his back upon the speaker.
'Not opened yet,' said Mr Chester.

'Dear me! I hope the aged soul has not caught her foot in some unlucky cobweb by the way.

She is there at last! Come in, I beg!' Mr Haredale entered, followed by the locksmith.