Her slippers had all the ease which age could give them, and above the slippers, neatness, to say the least of it, did not predominate.

But Sophie herself seemed to be quite at her ease in spite of these deficiencies, and received our hero with an eager, pointed welcome, which I can hardly describe as affectionate, and which Harry did not at all understand.
"I have to apologize for troubling you," he began.
"Trouble, what trouble?
Bah! You give me no trouble.

It is you have the trouble to come here.

You come early and I have not got my crinoline.

If you are contented, so am I." Then she smiled, and sat herself down suddenly, letting herself almost fall into her special corner in the sofa.