"She's a plucky little thing.
Ten minutes after I had her out of the canal, she was as lively as ever." The mother liked to hear him talk, so she did not interrupt him.

After they had eaten, he forced her to take her rocking-chair while he cleared the table and washed the few dishes.

She asked no more questions about shoes, but leaned back in her chair with half-closed eyes.

Dorian thought to give her the mint lozenges, but fearing that it might lead to more questions, he did not.
Mrs.Trent was not old in years, but hard work had bent her back and roughened her hands.

Her face was pleasant to look upon, even if there were some wrinkles now, and the hair was white at the temples.