Of all the provincial little holes! I'm constantly upbraiding Mother for letting my father build a house here.

If they had gone two or three miles out, but to plant themselves in a little dull town, always knocking up against the dull little inhabitants! Positively it gets on my nerves.

One can't go out without having to talk to Mrs.
Jowett, or a Dawson, or some of the villa dwellers.

As I said to Lady Tweedie yesterday when I met her in the Eastgate, 'Positively,' I said, 'I shall _scream_ if I have to say to anyone else, "Yes, isn't it a nice quiet day for the time of year ?"' I'm just going to pretend I don't see people now." "Muriel, darling, you mustn't make yourself unpopular.

It's not like London, you know, where you can pick and choose.