I don't seem able.

He's given me something to do, and I haven't much experience." A funny little wriggle passed over Mr.Cuthcott's face.

"Yes, yes; go on! Tell us about it." She took a sip from her glass, and the feeling that he had been going to laugh passed away.
"It's about the daughter of a laborer, down there in Worcestershire, where he lives, not very far from Becket.

He's my cousin, Derek, the son of my other uncle at Joyfields.

He and his sister feel most awfully strongly about the laborers." "Ah!" said Mr.Cuthcott, "the laborers! Queer how they're in the air, all of a sudden." "This girl hasn't been very good, and she has to go from the village, or else her family have.