So she sent for Mrs.Button, and asked Mrs.Button to walk through the rooms with her.

Mrs.Button came, but again declined to accept her lady's condescension.

Every spot about the house, every room, closet and wardrobe, she was ready to open with zeal; the furniture she was prepared to describe, if Lady Ongar would listen to her; but every word was spoken in a solemn voice, very far removed from gossipping.

Only once was Mrs.Button moved to betray any emotion.

"That, my lady, was my lord's mother's room, after my lord died--my lord's father that was; may God bless her." Then Lady Ongar reflected that from her husband she had never heard a word either of his father or his mother.