And _she's_ with them.

I watched her get out of the carriage." "Who ?" sharply returned Joyce.
"Why, Miss Barbara.

Only fancy her coming to pay the wedding visit _here_.

My lady had better take care that she don't get a bowl of poison mixed for her.

Master's out or else I'd have given a shilling to see the interview between the three." Joyce sent the girl away, shut the door, and turned to her mistress, quite unconscious that the half-whispered conversation had been audible.
"Some visitors are in the drawing-room, my lady, Susan says.