Well, it's grievous.

When I think of the quarts of milk I used to put into you, Bee, and the pounds and pounds of the best beef jelly--jelly that you could fling over the house, for thickness and solidity, and the fowls I had boiled down for you after the measles--who's that coming down the street, Bee?
Look, my love, I'm a bit short-sighted.

Oh, it's Miss Peters, of course.

How are you, Miss Peters?
Hot day, isn't it?
Bee and I are off to the Manor--special invitation--letter--I lent it to Mrs.Morris.Oh, yes, to dinner.

I have my best cap in this band-box.