Your ways need altering." "I am too old to change, ma'am," said the General, getting up and giving himself a shake like a dog.

"If you don't really mind being left----" He wanted to get away to think over the fact that the Dowager was going to settle in town.

He could hardly keep himself from groaning.

His peace was all at an end.

If he had not been too old to change, he would have fled from London and left it to the Dowager.