"Leave me alone, for God's sake.

I'm not going to commit suicide.

I wish to heaven I had the pluck." "But if you're not going to do that, why on earth are you here ?" "I'm taking a stroll before breakfast--just like yourself.

Why am I here?
If you really want to know," she added defiantly, "I'm going to London--by the early train from Hensham--the milk train.

See, I'm respectable.