The idea was as delightful to me as the anticipation of a daily east wind.

I restrained myself, however, and briefly mentioned that I would be ready by nine.
'Oh, that is an hour too early: I will call for you at ten.

Let me see, you are at the White Cottage.

You are not curious about your first patient; in that you are not a true daughter of Eve.

Well, good-bye, Miss Garston; good-bye, Cunliffe.' And he left the room without shaking hands with me again.
Uncle Max followed him out into the hall, and they stood so long talking that I lost patience, and went into the kitchen to see Mrs.Drabble.
She received me in a resigned way, as usual, and talked without taking breath once while she buttered the hot cakes and prepared the tea-tray.
I understood her to say that Mr.Tudor's collars were her chief cares in life; that no young gentleman she had ever known was so hard to please in the matter of starch; that her master was a lamb in comparison; and did I not think he was looking ill and overworking himself?
I had some difficulty in finding out to whom she was alluding, but I imagined she meant her master, who was certainly looking a little thin, and then she went off on another tack.
'Folks seem mighty curious about you, Miss Ursula; people do say that only a young lady crossed in love would think of doing such an out-of-the-way thing as putting up at the White Cottage and nursing poor people.