And as they reached the Marble Arch there came on a sharp shower of icy rain.
Countess Shulski, however poorly dressed, was a person to whom servants were never impertinent; there was something in her bearing which precluded all idea of familiarity.

It did not even strike Turner, or James, that her clothes were what none of the housemaids would have considered fit to wear when they went out.

The remark the lordly Turner made, as he arranged some letters on the hall table, was: "A very haughty lady, James--quite a bit of the Master about her, eh ?" But she went on to the lift, slowly, and to her luxurious bedroom, her heart full of pain and rage against fate.

Here she sat down before the fire, and, resting her chin on her two hands, gazed steadily into the glowing coals.
What pictures did she see of past miseries there in the flames?
Her thoughts wandered right back to the beginning.

The stern, peculiar father, and the gloomy castle.