He still managed to swing himself over the counter as lightly as a cork when the enemy became too troublesome, and the redoubtable iron ruler had lost none of its gruesome terrors.
Mrs.Worse, on the contrary, had become rather stout in the course of years.

Her legs would no longer "balance" her properly, as she said.

But still she refused to buy a carriage until all had "come right," which she thought could not be long now.
When all had come right! It required a faith as blind as Mrs.Worse's to reckon on such a possibility.

Rachel had now been six years in Paris without saying a word about coming home.

What her occupation there really was, Jacob Worse could never discover.