She was still faintly smiling as she wound a scarf about Mrs.Damer's head.
"I am quite ready, you see," she said.

"I shall leave the moment he appears." "My dear Lady Carfax, you have the patience of a saint.

I am afraid Phil does not find me so long-suffering." Mrs.Damer bustled back into the hall.

"Are you there, Nap?
Do see if you can find Sir Giles.

Poor Lady Carfax is half-dead with cold and fit to drop with fatigue.