When he had done this he invited them all to a dinner on the lawn that day week, and then went into the house, where the steward had prepared a meal.
Among the familiar faces, Frank missed those he would most gladly have seen.

He had a year before received a letter from Lady Greendale, telling him of Sir John's sudden death, and had learned from the steward during the drive that she and her daughter were in London.
"They went there a month ago," he said.

"A year had passed after Sir John's death, and people say that it is not likely that they will be much at home again for some time.

Lady Greendale has high connections in London, as you know, sir." "Yes, she was a daughter of Lord Huntinglen, Norton." "Yes, sir.

They always went up to town for the season; and they say Lady Greendale liked London better than the country; and now that Miss Bertha is out--for she was presented at Court a fortnight ago--people think they won't be much down at Greendale for the present." "Has Miss Greendale grown up pretty?
I thought she would, but, of course, when I went away she was only a girl, not fully developed." "She is a beautiful young lady, sir.