“The evil of the distance from Enscombe,” said Mr. Weston, “is, that Mrs. Churchill, as we understand , has not been able to leave the sofa for a week together. In Frank’s last letter she complained, he said, of being too weak to get into her conservatory without having both his arm and his uncle’s! This, you know, speaks a great degree of weakness⁠—but now she is so impatient to be in town, that she means to sleep only two nights on the road.⁠—So Frank writes word. Certainly, delicate ladies have very extraordinary constitutions, Mrs. Elton. You must grant me that.”