There was something very eccentric about the garb of this elderly personage, and many an inexperienced city man would have taken her for a retired nurse, or some other domestic retainer of the family, but there was a steadfastness in her gaze, and a fire in her eye, which indicated to Lawrence that she was one much more accustomed to give orders than to take them.

He raised his hat very politely, and asked if Mr Keswick was to be found there.
If the commander of the army, about whom Mr Croft had recently been reading, had beheld in the earlier stages of the battle a strong, friendly force advancing to his aid, he would not have been more delighted than Lawrence would have been had he known what a powerful ally to his cause stood beneath that purple sun-bonnet.
"Do you mean Junius Keswick ?" said the old lady.
"Yes, madam," answered Croft.
"He is here, and you will find him at the house." The gate was partly open, and Lawrence rode in.

The old lady stepped aside to let him pass.
"Do you want to see him on business ?" she said.

"How did you know he was here ?" "I inquired at Howlett's, madam." Mrs Keswick would have liked to ask some further questions, but there was something about Lawrence's appearance that deterred her.
"You can tie your horse under that tree over there," she said, pointing to a spot more trampled by hoofs than the old lady wished any other portion of her house-yard to be.
When Lawrence had tied his bridle to a hook suspended by a strap from one of the lower branches of the indicated tree, he advanced to the house; and a very much astonished man was he to see, sitting side by side on the porch, Junius Keswick and Mr Candy's cashier.

They were seated in the shade of a mass of honeysuckle vines, and were so busily engaged in conversation that they had not perceived his approach.