To Chitty the processes of chemistry were akin to mediaeval incantations, and it was clear that he regarded me as out of my element in having anything to do with them.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Chitty, now three years our man-of-all-work, and Sims, my mother's maid, received us.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Chitty arrived, bowed beneath a trunk.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford