Nelly would be a dreadfully sentimental bride; and then dreadfully upset when George went away.

She had asked her sister to join them in the Lakes, and it was taken for granted that they would resume living together after George's departure.
But Bridget had fixed her own lodgings, for the present, a mile away, and did not mean to see much of her sister till the bridegroom had gone.
There was the sound of a motor-car on the road, which ran along one side of the garden, divided from it by a high wall.

It could hardly be they; for they were coming frugally by the coach.

But Miss Cookson went across to a side window looking on the road to investigate.
At the foot of the hill opposite stood a luxurious car, waiting evidently for the party which was now descending the hill towards it.
Bridget had a clear view of them, herself unseen behind Mrs.Weston's muslin blinds.

A girl was in front, with a young man in khaki, a convalescent officer, to judge from his frail look and hollow eyes.