It is a young and charming lady who serves you when you enter the tobacconist's.

She doesn't understand tobacco, is unsympathetic; with Mr.Frederic Harrison, regards smoking as a degrading and unclean habit; cannot see, herself, any difference between shag and Mayblossom, seeing that they are both the same price; thinks you fussy.

The corset shop is run by a most presentable young man in a Vandyck beard.

The wife runs the restaurant; the man does the cooking, and yet the woman has not reached freedom from bother.
A brutal suggestion.
It sounds brutal, but perhaps woman was not intended to live free from all bothers.

Perhaps even the higher life--the skirt-dancing and the poker work--has its bothers.