Dear, dear, how thankful your mother must be! I know what I was with the boys--and decorated and all--though poor Tom and Willie got nothing; but, as the papers said, it wasn't always those who deserved it most--still, I'm glad _you_ got something, anyway; it's little enough, I'm sure, to make up for--" Then she turned nervously to the old lady.

"Aunt Elizabeth, this is Sir Peter Crewys, who came home last night." "I have already made acquaintance with Sir Peter, since you left me to entertain him," said the old lady, nodding affably.
"Lady Tintern arrived unexpectedly by the afternoon train yesterday," explained Mrs.Hewel, in her flustered manner, turning once more to Peter.

"She has only been here twice before.

It was such a surprise to Sarah to find her here when she came back." Peter grew very red.

Who could have supposed that this shabby old person, whom he had endeavoured to snub, was the great Lady Tintern?
"She _didn't_ find me," said the old lady.