"She thinks you mean to turn her out of the house as if she were a kitchen-maid." Robin sat down with her listless small hands clasped in her lap.
"Nothing matters at all," she said, "but I don't know what to do." "There is a great deal to do," the Duchess said to her and she did not speak as if she were angry.

Her expression was not an angry one.

She looked as if she were wondering at something and the wondering was almost tender.
"We know what to do.

But it must be done without delay," said Lord Coombe and his voice reminded her of Mersham Wood.
"Come nearer to me.

Come quite close.