I confronted Mrs.Fyne resolved not to assist her in her eminently feminine occupation of thrusting a stick in the spokes of another woman's wheel.
She tried to preserve her calm-eyed superiority.

She was familiar and olympian, fenced in by the tea-table, that excellent symbol of domestic life in its lighter hour and its perfect security.

In a few severely unadorned words she gave me to understand that she had ventured to hope for some really helpful suggestion from me.

To this almost chiding declaration--because my vindictiveness seldom goes further than a bit of teasing--I said that I was really doing my best.

And being a physiognomist.