But the yolk of it was orange, Biddy.

How could I eat it?
"I have sent out S.O.S.signals for necessaries in the way of rugs and cushions.

Life as bald and unadorned as it presents itself to Miss Bathgate is really not quite decent.

I wish she would speak to me, but I fear she considers me beneath contempt.
"What happens when you arrive in a place like Priorsford and stay in lodgings?
Do you remain seated alone with your conscience, or do people call?
"Perhaps I shall only have Mawson to converse with.

It might be worse.