One tries to lead a decent life, but one can't.

Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that ALL squares should be open to EVERY ONE.

Is there any society with that object, Mr.Clacton?
If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr.Clacton in his professional manner.
"At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs.Seal.So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence.

Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery ?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side.
Katharine smiled, too.

Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr.Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs.Seal to try and make a convert of her.