By the way--" she looked, smiling, at Meadows--"they've put off the Duke.

If you only knew what that means." She named a great Scotch name, the chief of the ancient house to which Lady Dunstable belonged.

Miss Field described how this prince of Dukes paid a solemn visit every year to Franick Castle, and the eager solicitude--almost agitation--with which the visit was awaited, by Lady Dunstable in particular.
"You don't mean," cried Doris, "that there is anybody in the whole world who frightens Lady Dunstable ?" "As she frightens us?
Yes!--on this one day of the year we are all avenged.

Rachel, metaphorically, sits on a stool and tries to please.

To put off 'the Duke' by telephone!--what a horrid indignity! But I've just inflicted it." Mattie Field smiled, and was just going away when she was arrested by a timid question from Doris.
"Please--shall Arthur go down to Pitlochry and engage a room for Miss Wigram ?" Miss Field turned in amusement.
"A room! Why, it's all ready! She is your lady-in-waiting." And taking Doris by the arm she led her to inspect a spacious apartment on the other side of a passage, where the Lady Alice or Lady Mary without whom Royal Highnesses do not move about the world was generally put up.
"I feel like Christopher Sly," said Doris, surveying the scene, with her hands in her jacket pockets.