He would go everywhere, and she nowhere.

He had been known to ask neighbours to tea, and she had shown that she wanted them away, or even begged them not to come.

We were not accustomed to go behind the face of a thing, and so we set down Nanny's inhospitality to churlishness or greed.

Only after her death, when other women had to attend him, did we get to know what a tyrant Sanders was at his own hearth.

The ambition of Nanny's life was that we should never know it, that we should continue extolling him, and say what we chose about herself.