walking-stick

— ‘Do, my dear,’ said Milford, ‘go and offer your arm to Mrs. Lynx. See how lame she is!’ ‘Not I,’ answered Samuelina.—‘Who’s to be an old woman’s walking-stick? No, no, I had enough of that when your father used to lug me along, and almost break my arm. I don’t like old people much; they are always so cross and so troublesome.’ ‘Ah! Mrs. Milford,’ replied Mrs. Lamborn, ‘we don’t consider when the infirmities of age creeps on us, how troublesome we may chance to be. Now, in my opinion, a human walking-stick is the most honorable station we can support.[…]’