Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect.
"This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was.

"If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before.

Celia has doubtless told you.

You will agree with me, Maggie.

He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children--" "But does he refuse to marry her ?" Mrs.Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.
"He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed.