They did not know that Mrs.Odell-Carney had stopped to rest in the leafy niche above the path.

She was lazily fanning herself on the stone seat that man had provided as an improvement to nature.

Being a sharp-eared person with a London drawing-room instinct, she plainly could hear what they were saying as they approached.

These were the first words she fully grasped, and they caused her to prick up her ears: "I don't give a hang, Edith.

I'm tired of being her brother-in-law." "You're tired of me, Roxbury, that's what it is," in plaintive tones.
"You're happy, you love and are loved, so please don't put it that way.
It's not fair.