"It is Sarah who has been kind," and she looked sharply again at Lady Mary.
"I am getting on in years, and very infirm," said Lady Tintern, "and I must ask you to excuse me if I lean upon a stick; but I should like to take a turn about the garden with you.

I hear you have a remarkable view from your terrace." Lady Mary offered her arm with pretty solicitude, and guided her aged but perfectly active visitor through the drawing-room--where she stopped to comment favourably upon the water colours--to the terrace, where John was sitting in the shade of the ilex-tree, absorbed in the London papers.
Lady Mary introduced him as Peter's guardian and cousin.
"How do you do, Mr.Crewys?
Your name is very familiar to me," said the old lady.

"Though to tell you the truth, Sir Peter looks so much older than his age that I forgot he had a guardian at all." "He will only have one for a few days longer," said John, smiling.

"My authority will expire very shortly." "But you are, at any rate, the very man I wanted to see," said Lady Tintern, who seldom wasted time in preliminaries.

"I would always rather talk business with a man than with a woman; so if Mr.Crewys will lend me his arm to supplement my stick, I will take a turn with him instead of with you, my dear, if you have no objection." "Did you ever hear anything like her ?" said poor Mrs.Hewel, turning to Lady Mary as soon as her aunt was out of hearing.