'She and Aunt Philippa never cared for each other.

I often think that if she had known she would not have liked me to be there.

Sundays are wretched.

We go to church ?--yes, because it is respectable to do so; but there is a sort of reunion every Sunday evening.' 'I wish I could offer you a home, Ursula; but--' here Uncle Max hesitated.
'That would not do at all,' I returned promptly.

'Your bachelor home would not do for me; besides, you might marry--of course you will,' but he flushed rather uncomfortably at that, and said, 'Pshaw! what nonsense!' We had paused under a lamp-post, and I could see him plainly: perhaps he knew this, for he hurried me on, this time in the direction of home.
'I am five-and-twenty,' I continued, trying to collect the salient points of my argument.