She spent most of her day in the kitchen; already two servants had left because they could not endure her fidgety supervision.

She was growing suspicious of every one; Alice had to listen ten times a day to complaints of dishonesty in the domestics or the tradespeople; the old woman kept as keen a watch over petty expenditure as if poverty had still to be guarded against.
And she was constantly visiting the Vines; she would rise at small hours to get her house-work done, so as to be able to spend the afternoon in Wilton Square.

That, in truth, was still her home; the new house could never be to her what the old was; she was a stranger amid the new furniture, and sighed with relief as soon as her eyes rested on the familiar chairs and tables which had been her household gods through a lifetime.
'Arry had given comparatively little trouble of late; beyond an occasional return home an hour or so after midnight, his proceedings seemed to be perfectly regular.

He saw a good deal of Mr.Keene, who, as Alice gathered from various remarks in Richard's letters, exercised over him a sort of tutorage.

It was singular how completely Richard seemed to have changed in his judgment of Mr.Keene.