I would not." "My dear mother, Decima will not be able to use it.

She cannot go to the station.

She has hurt her foot." "How did she do that ?" "She was on a chair in the store-room, looking in the cupboard.

She----" "Of course; that's just like Decima!" crossly responded Lady Verner.
"She is everlastingly at something or other, doing half the work of a servant about the house." Lionel made no reply.

He knew that, but for Decima, the house would be less comfortable than it was for Lady Verner; and that what Decima did, she did in love.
"Will you go to the station ?" he inquired.
"I! In this cold wind! How can you ask me, Lionel?
I should get my face chapped irretrievably.