But I wish I could; then I should get away from home, and see new people.

There's nobody I care to see in Dunfield--nobody but one--' She stopped on a sob.
'Who's that ?' Dagworthy asked, looking at her with a singular expression, from head to foot.
She made no answer, but sobbed again.
'What Christmas presents have you had ?' was his next question, irrelevant enough apparently.
'Oh, none--none to speak of--a few little things.

What do I care for presents?
You can't live on presents.' 'Can't live on them?
Are things bad at home ?' 'I didn't mean that.

But of course they're bad; they're always bad nowadays.

However, Barbara's going to be married in a week; she'll be one out of the way.