I had meant to come to the mowing to look at you, but it was so unbearably hot that I got no further than the forest.

I sat there a little, and went on by the forest to the village, met your old nurse, and sounded her as to the peasants' view of you.

As far as I can make out, they don't approve of this.

She said: 'It's not a gentleman's work.

' Altogether, I fancy that in the people's ideas there are very clear and definite notions of certain, as they call it, 'gentlemanly' lines of action.