I have walked my two miles now, and I will go in.

If you do want boots with cork soles mind you go to Sprout's.

Dear me; there is that Major Pountney again.
That is four times he has been up and down that path since we have been walking here." Lady Rosina went in, and the Duke turned back, thinking of his friend and perhaps thinking of the cork soles of which she had to be so careful and which were so important to her comfort.

It could not be that he fancied Lady Rosina to be clever, nor can we imagine that her conversation satisfied any of those wants to which he and all of us are subject.

But nevertheless he liked Lady Rosina, and was never bored by her.