The two small trunks were shouldered by the man, and the woman led the way.
'Lunch will be ready directly, Ma'am,' she said to Nelly, who followed her in bewilderment across a hall panelled in marble and carpeted with something red and soft.
'Sir William thought you would like it about one o'clock.

And this is your room, please, Ma'am--unless you would like anything different.

It's Miss Farrell's room.

She always likes the quiet side.

And I've put Miss Cookson next door.