The massive tusker leading the herd stopped in his tracks. His ears went out, his long sinuous trunk up.

So gentle seemed civilization in the lonely quietness of the coast far from the humdrums of city life. As though life was grimless of impatience.

[…] Lillie did the best she could, poor girl! but I could see all the time she was worrying about her new fizgigs and folderols in the house.[…] / […] Young mistresses, you see, have nerves all over their house at first. They tremble at every dent in their furniture, and wink when you come near it, as if you were going to hit it a blow; but that wears off in time, and they learn to take it easy.

Unhappily, the country as well as Mr. Marples has been hoist by the Minister's petard. (Mr. Marples was the Minister concerned)