She had been annoyed with Sarah for refusing Lord Avonwick, and thought it would do the rebellious young lady no harm to return for a time to the bosom of her family, and thus miss Newmarket, which Sarah particularly desired to attend, since no society function interested her half so much as racing.
The old lady had not in the least objected to Sarah's friendship for young Sir Peter Crewys.

Sarah, as John had truly said, was a star with many satellites; and among those satellites Peter did not shine with any remarkable brilliancy, being so obviously an awkward country-bred lad, not at home in the surroundings to which her friendship had introduced him, and rather inclined to be surly and quarrelsome than pleasant or agreeable.
Lady Tintern had not taken such a boy's attentions to her grand-niece seriously; but if Sarah were taking them seriously, she thought she had better inquire into the matter at once.

Therefore the energetic old woman not only arrived unexpectedly at Hewelscourt in the middle of luncheon, but routed her niece off her sofa early in the afternoon, and proposed that she should immediately cross the river and call upon Peter's mother.
"I have never seen the place except from these windows; perhaps I am underrating it," said Lady Tintern.

"I've never met Lady Mary Crewys, though I know all the Setouns that ever were born.

Never mind who ought to call on me first! What do I care for such nonsense?
The boy is a cub and a bear--_that_ I know--since he stayed in my house for a fortnight, and never spoke to me if he could possibly help it.