Women are kittle cattle to manage.

Now, Miss Garston, if you are ready, I will see you a little on your way.' I knew it was no good to remonstrate, so I held my peace, Mrs.Maberley kissed me quite affectionately, and begged me to come whenever I had an hour to spare.
'I wish I had known you before, my dear.

But there, we all make mistakes sometimes.' And she patted me on the shoulder.

'Edbrooke, will you see them out?
He will be your friend for ever, after your goodness to Flossie: won't you, Edbrooke ?' I never felt so afraid of Mr.Hamilton before.

I was wondering what I should say to him, and hoping that he had not noticed my nervousness, when he startled me excessively by saying,-- 'What makes you look so odd this evening?
You are not a bit yourself, Miss Garston.