Toller, for that is his name, is a rough, uncouth man, with grizzled hair and whiskers, and a perpetual smell of drink.

Twice since I have been with them he has been quite drunk, and yet Mr.Rucastle seemed to take no notice of it.
His wife is a very tall and strong woman with a sour face, as silent as Mrs.Rucastle and much less amiable.

They are a most unpleasant couple, but fortunately I spend most of my time in the nursery and my own room, which are next to each other in one corner of the building.
"For two days after my arrival at the Copper Beeches my life was very quiet; on the third, Mrs.Rucastle came down just after breakfast and whispered something to her husband.
"'Oh, yes,' said he, turning to me, 'we are very much obliged to you, Miss Hunter, for falling in with our whims so far as to cut your hair.

I assure you that it has not detracted in the tiniest iota from your appearance.

We shall now see how the electric-blue dress will become you.