I found Rhoda Bennet in the garden, exposed to the cold wind in this ugly flimsy thing.
After what the doctor had told me, it was high time to assert my authority.

I insisted on changing cloaks with Rhoda.

She made an attempt, poor dear, to resist; but she knows me of old--and I had my way.

I am sorry you have been prevented from seeing her; you shall not miss the opportunity when she is well again.

Do you admire a fine view?
Very well; we will vary the drive on our return.