There, you know what I think!' 'I don't see what it's ever cost you, Bridget!' said Nelly, breathing fast.
'Oh, well, it's very easy to say that--but it isn't argument.' Bridget's deep-set penetrating eyes glittered as she turned them on her sister.

'However, for goodness' sake, don't let's quarrel about it.

It's a lovely day, and we don't often have a motor like this to drive in!' The speaker leant back, giving herself up to the sensuous pleasure of the perfectly hung car, and the rapid movement through the summer air.
Wythburn and Thirlmere were soon passed; leaving them just time to notice the wrack and ruin which Manchester has made of the once lovely shore of Thirlmere, where hideous stretches of brown mud, and the ruins of long submerged walls and dwellings, reappear with every dry summer to fling reproach in the face of the destroyer.
Now they were on the high ground above Keswick; and to the west and north rose a superb confusion of mountain-forms, peaked and rounded and cragged, with water shining among them, and the silver cloud wreaths looped and threaded through the valleys, leaving the blue or purple tops suspended, high in air, unearthly and alone, to parley with the setting sun.

Not yet setting indeed--but already flooding the west with a glory in which the further peaks had disappeared--burnt away; a shining holocaust to the Gods of Light and Fire.
Then a sharp descent, a run through Keswick, another and a tamer lake, a sinking of the mountain-forms, and they were nearing the woods of Carton.

Both sisters had been silent for some time.