It's a curious, wanting thing.

“Mr Bliss looked grave. 'Your brother was very sensible to warn you, Miss Astley…”

“We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have bee…”

“There is no patience so terrible as that of the deranged.”

“It was done the day you took me to that house in Bryanston Square, she said. Or…”