The day of the judge's departure had arrived, and he sat with Lady Hawkesby after luncheon, waiting for the carriage which was to take him to the station.
"You'll see Millicent, of course," said Lady Hawkesby.

"Be sure to keep her out of mischief if you can." "I don't suppose," said Sir Gilbert, "that Millicent can get into any mischief in Ballymoy." Lady Hawkesby sighed.

She distrusted her niece, regarding her as a highly dangerous person who might at any moment create a sensation which would amount to a public scandal.
"I understand," she said, "that the place is twenty miles away from the nearest railway station." She sighed again.

She was a little uncertain as to whether she ought to find comfort or fresh cause of anxiety in the remoteness of Ballymoy from civilisation.

On the one hand, scandals of a literary kind--and Lady Hawkesby did not suspect Miss King of giving occasion for anything worse--are unlikely in the wilds of Connacht.