Mrs.Mawson was not a widow, in spite of the Mrs.She was a well-paid and perfectly healthy person; and there was no reason, in Lord Buntingford's view, why she should not enjoy life.

All the same, she was very efficient and made him comfortable.

He would have raised her wages to preposterous heights to keep her.
"Is everything ready for the two ladies, Mrs.Mawson ?" "Everything, my Lord.

We are expecting the pony-cart directly." "And the car has been ordered for Miss Pitstone ?" "Oh, yes, my Lord, long ago." "Gracious! Isn't that the cart!" There was certainly a sound of wheels outside.

Lord Buntingford hurried to a window which commanded the drive.
"That's her! I must go and meet her." He went into the hall, reaching the front door just as the pony-cart drew up with a lady in black sitting beside the driver.