What else?
Mrs.Glenarm?
Oh, bother the women! one of them is the same as another.

They all waddle when they run; and they all fill their stomachs before dinner with sloppy tea.

That's the only difference between women and men--the rest is nothing but a weak imitation of Us.
Devote the women to the infernal regions; and, so dismissing _them,_ try and think of something else.

Of what?
Of something worth thinking of, this time--of filling another pipe.
He took out his tobacco-pouch; and suddenly suspended operations at the moment of opening it.
What was the object he saw, on the other side of a row of dwarf pear-trees, away to the right?
A woman--evidently a servant by her dress--stooping down with her back to him, gathering something: herbs they looked like, as well as he could make them out at the distance.
What was that thing hanging by a string at the woman's side?
A slate?
Yes.

What the deuce did she want with a slate at her side?
He was in search of something to divert his mind--and here it was found.