"I really only know what men and women are like from books, or the one or two types I have met around here.

Now, do you think that that is enough to satisfy one?
Of course it is very beautiful here, I know, and sometimes when the sun is shining and the birds singing and the sea comes up into the creeks, well, one almost feels content.

But the sun doesn't always shine, Richard, and there are times when I am right down bored, and I feel as though I'd love to draw my allowance from uncle, pack my trunk, and go up to London, on my own!" He laughed.

Somehow all that she had said had sounded so natural that some part of his uneasiness was already passing away.
"Yours," he admitted, "is an extreme case.

I really don't know why your uncle has never taken you up for a month or so in the season." "We have lived here for four years," she said, "and he has never once suggested it.