It was plain from the expression of her face that she disliked Miss Heredith and resented her intrusion, but it would have needed a shrewd observer to have deduced from Miss Heredith's face that her feeling towards her nephew's wife was one of dislike.

There was nothing but constrained politeness in her voice as she spoke.
"How is your head now, Violet?
Are you feeling any better ?" "No.

My head is perfectly rotten." As she spoke, the girl pushed off her boudoir cap, and smoothed back the thick, fair hair from her forehead, with an impatient gesture, as though she found the weight intolerable.
"I am sorry you are still suffering.

Will you be well enough to go to the Weynes' to-night ?" "I wouldn't dream of it.

I wonder you can suggest it.