I'm used to her.

Only I want to make you understand her, darling.

She's not a bit like--well, like the people you admire, and its no good expecting her to be.' 'I shall talk to her before I go!' he said, half laughing, half resolved.
Nelly looked alarmed.
'No--please don't! She always gets the better of people who scold her.
Or if you were to get the better, then she'd visit it on me.

And now don't let's talk of her any more! What were we saying?
Oh, I know--what I was to do.

Let's sit down again,--there's a rock, made for us.' And on a natural seat under a sheltering rock canopied and hung with fern, the two rested once more, wrapped in one cloak, close beside the water, which was quiet again, and crossed by the magical lights and splendid shadows of the dying sunset.