By-the-by, Mr.Bruff, I'm ordered to take exercise, and I don't like it.

That," added Aunt Ablewhite, pointing out of window to an invalid going by in a chair on wheels, drawn by a man, "is my idea of exercise.

If it's air you want, you get it in your chair.
And if it's fatigue you want, I am sure it's fatigue enough to look at the man." Rachel stood silent, at a window by herself, with her eyes fixed on the sea.
"Tired, love ?" I inquired.
"No.

Only a little out of spirits," she answered.

"I have often seen the sea, on our Yorkshire coast, with that light on it.