"On having a sister like Miss Truelove. You are having a bad time, aren't you, Aunt Lin."
"Don't be sarcastic, dear. It is not pleasant for anyone in this town to see the notoriety that has overtaken it. It has always been a quiet and dignified little place."
"I don't like Milford as much as I did a fortnight ago," Robert said reflectively, "so I'll save my tears."
"No less than four separate charabancs arrived from Larborough at one time or another today, having come for nothing but to inspect The Franchise en route."
"And who catered for them?" Robert asked, knowing that coach traffic was not welcome in Milford.
"No one. They were simply furious."
"That will larn them to go poking their noses. There is nothing Larborough minds about as much as its stomach."
"The vicar's wife insists on being Christian about it, but I think that that is the wrong point of view."
"Christian?"
"Yes; 'reserving our judgment, you know. That is merely feebleness, not Christianity. Of course I don't discuss the case, Robert dear; even with her. I am the soul of discretion. But of course she knows how I feel, and I know how she feels, so discussion is hardly necessary."