So did the munitions workers of Godbury.

The Countess of Laleham, the wife of the Lord Lieutenant of the County, a most imposing and masterful woman, signified (in genteel though incisive language) her intention to take a leading part in the proceedings and to bring along her husband, apparently as an unofficial ornament.

This, of course, upset our plans, which had all to be reconsidered from the beginning.
"Who is giving the reception ?" cried Lady Fenimore, who could stand upon her dignity as well as anybody.

"The County or Wellingsford?
I presume it's Wellingsford, and, so long as I am Mayoress, that dreadful Laleham woman will have to take a back seat." So, you see, we had our hands full.
All this time I found Betty curiously elusive.

Now and then I met her for a few fugitive moments at the hospital.