Mr. Helstone pushed out his cynical lip, wrinkled his brown forehead, and gave an inarticulate grunt.
"Did she not suit you? Was she not good-tempered? Did you not get used to her? Were you not sorry when she died?"
"Caroline," said Mr. Helstone, bringing his hand slowly down to within an inch or two of the table, and then smiting it suddenly on the mahogany, "understand this: it is vulgar and puerile to confound generals with particulars. In every case there is the rule and there are the exceptions. Your questions are stupid and babyish. Ring the bell, if you have done breakfast."

Mr. Helstone pushed out his cynical lip, wrinkled his forehead, and gave an inarticulate grunt.
"Did she not suit you? Was she not good-tempered? Were you not sorry when she died?"
"Caroline," said Mr. Helstone, bringing his hand slowly down to within an inch of the table, and then smiting it suddenly on the mahogany, "in every case there is the rule and there are exceptions. Your questions are stupid and babyish. Ring the bell."
