In the little scene, between the slender white-haired woman and the middle-aged man, there was something so intimate, so conjugal even, that Diana involuntarily turned away as though to watch it were an impertinence.
"Rather touching, isn't it ?" said the youth, smiling benevolently.

"Of course you know--there's a romance, or rather _was_--long ago.

My mother knew all about it.

Since old Marsham's death, Lady Lucy's never done a thing without Ferrier to advise her.

Why she hasn't married him, that's the puzzle .-- But she's a curious woman, is Lady Lucy.