And she can give her whole mind to it." "What a pity," she said aloud, and Mrs.Nevill Tyson laughed.
"I don't want to nurse him; why should I ?" said she.

She lay back in her attitude of indifference, watching her son, and watched by Miss Batchelor's sharp eyes and heartless brain.
Heartless?
Well, I can't say.

Not altogether, perhaps.

Goodness knows what went on in the heart of that extraordinary woman, condemned by her own cleverness to perpetual maidenhood.
"How very odd," said she to Mrs.Nevill Tyson.
To herself she said, "I thought so.

It's not that she can't.