He prefers to stay here, and watch his roses blossom." "It is wicked of him!" she declared, energetically.
"It is inexplicable," he agreed.

"Yet I have used every argument which can well be urged." "Oh, you must think of others," she begged.

"If you knew how weary one gets of this place--a man, too, like my uncle! How can he be content?
The monotony here is enough to drive even a dull person like myself mad.

To choose such a life, actually to choose it, is insanity!" Borrowdean raised his head.

He had heard the click of the garden gate.
"They are coming," he said.