The old lady will be as sick as they make 'em.

Can't we have a drive round for an hour, eh ?" Her voice was high-pitched and penetrating.

Listening to it Trent unconsciously compared it with the voices of the women of that other world into which he had wandered earlier in the afternoon.

He turned a frowning face towards her.
"You might have spared yourself the trouble," he said shortly.

"I didn't order a carriage to meet me and I don't want one.