At least she strives to be that.

I think it, and I see the many faults we have.' Her patient's eyelids were down.
She proposed to send her name up to Mrs.Adister.
On her return from the poor lady racked with headache and lying little conscious of her husband's powder-barrel under the bed, Jane found her patient being worried by his official nurse, a farm-labourer's wife, a bundle of a woman, whose lumbering assiduities he fenced with reiterated humourous negatives to every one of her propositions, until she prefaced the last two or three of the list with a 'Deary me!' addressed consolatorily to herself.

She went through the same forms each day, at the usual hours of the day, and Jane, though she would have felt the apathetic doltishness of the woman less, felt how hard it must be for him to bear.
'Your sister will be with you soon,' she said.

'I am glad, and yet I hope you will not allow her to put me aside altogether ?' 'You shall do as you wish,' said Philip.
'Is she like Patrick?
Her name is Kathleen, I know.' 'She is a raw Irish girl, of good Irish training, but Irish.' 'I hope she will be pleased with England.

Like Patrick in face, I mean.' 'We think her a good-looking girl.' 'Does she play?
sing ?' 'Some of our ballads.' 'She will delight my brother.