In other words, whenever she gave a violent tug at their game of Pull, he was expected to second it.

But the world of these English is too monstrously stupid in what it expects, for any of its extravagances to be followed by interjections.
All the while he was trimming and rolling a field of armistice at Steignton, where they could discuss the terms he had a right to dictate, having yielded so far.

Would she be satisfied with the rule of his ancestral hall, and the dispensing of hospitalities to the county?
No, one may guess: no woman is ever satisfied.

But she would have to relinquish her game, counting her good round half of the honours.
Somewhat more, on the whole.

Without beating, she certainly had accomplished the miracle of bending him.