Miss Catherine is a fortunate girl.

You are right.

She is far too young to walk alone.
Seventeen, did you say--pooh--a mere child, a baby.

An immature creature, ignorant, innocent, fresh, but undeveloped; just the age, Mrs.
Bertram, when she needs the aid and counsel of a mother like you." Mrs.Bertram's dark eyes glowed with pleasure.
"I am glad you agree with me," she said.

"The fact is, Mr.Ingram, we have come to the Manor to retrench a little, to economize, to live in retirement.