"A weaker man would have planted himself right there, where you were just now standing, on his first day in London, and said to all who passed by, ‘Look! D’you see that House? I built it! It’s mine!’ But, you !" and here she actually planted her hands on her hips in mock exasperation. But it seemed funny, not in the least affected. "You, Doctor Waterhouse, with your Puritan ways— just like Uncle Isaac—withstood that temptation for, what, a little more than two months! It is a mystery to me, how you and Uncle Isaac can delay your pleasures with such stony patience, when someone such as I would become frantic. " Then, because this perhaps sounded a bit risqué, she added, "Thank you so kindly for answering my letters, by the way."