But I suppose you agree with him that women's ideas don't count ?" "I daresay their ideas are as sound as ours, but I don't know much about it.

We have no women except old Bella and the dairymaid at Ashness." "And you never miss them?
In that big, lonely house!" Kit mused for a moment.

Sometimes, particularly on summer evenings when they did not light the lamps and the shadows of the fells rested on the old building, Ashness was lonely and drearily quiet.

He had thought now and then the difference would be marked if a woman's laugh rang through the dim rooms and a graceful figure sat by the hearth.

Still, his imagination had not pictured Janet there.
"Oh, well," he said, "we're out all day and when we come home there are letters to write and books to read." "Letters and books!" said Janet.