She is only sixteen.

She is very beautiful and Mrs.Hatton will hardly let her leave the Hall." "Then Mrs.Hatton is still alive ?" I said.
"Yes, indeed, very much so.

She will _live_ to her last moment, and likely 'pass out of it,' as our people say, busy with heart and head and hands." "And what of Mrs.Harry ?" I asked.
"Ah, she left us some years ago! Just faded away.

For nearly two years she knew she was dying, and was preparing her household for her loss, yet joining as best she could in all the careless mirth of her children.
But she talked to me of what was approaching and said she often whispered to herself, 'Another hour gone.' Dear Lucy, we all loved her.
Her children are doing well, the boys are all in Sir John's employ." "And Mr.Harry?
Does he still sing ?" "Not much since Lucy's death.

But he looks after the land, and paints and reads a great deal, and we are all very fond of Harry.