'I wonder why women never will learn common sense.

If you work under me I will thank you to obey my directions, and I do not choose my nurse to waste her time and strength in scrubbing floors.

Yes, Robin boy, I am very angry with nurse; but there is no occasion for you to cry about it; and--why, good heavens! if you are not crying too, Miss Garston! Of course; there, I told you so; you have just knocked yourself up.' His tone so aggravated me that I plucked up a little spirit.
'I am not a bit knocked up,'-- and, in rather a choky voice, 'I am not crying; I never cry before people; only I am a little tired.

I was up all last night with Mrs.Marshall, and you talk so much.' 'Oh, very well,' rather huffily; but he was in a bad humour that day.

'I won't talk any more to you.