Then there are Mr.Pitt's apartments--Mr.Crawley, he is called--the eldest son, and Mr.Rawdon Crawley's rooms--he is an officer like SOMEBODY, and away with his regiment.

There is no want of room I assure you.

You might lodge all the people in Russell Square in the house, I think, and have space to spare.
Half an hour after our arrival, the great dinner-bell was rung, and I came down with my two pupils (they are very thin insignificant little chits of ten and eight years old).

I came down in your dear muslin gown (about which that odious Mrs.Pinner was so rude, because you gave it me); for I am to be treated as one of the family, except on company days, when the young ladies and I are to dine upstairs.
Well, the great dinner-bell rang, and we all assembled in the little drawing-room where my Lady Crawley sits.

She is the second Lady Crawley, and mother of the young ladies.