"Three hours! Very well." Mr.Horner looked very grave as he passed the windows of the room where I lay.

I don't think he liked the idea of Miss Galindo as a clerk.
Lady Ludlow's invitations were like royal commands.

Indeed, the village was too quiet to allow the inhabitants to have many evening engagements of any kind.

Now and then, Mr.and Mrs.Horner gave a tea and supper to the principal tenants and their wives, to which the clergyman was invited, and Miss Galindo, Mrs.Medlicott, and one or two other spinsters and widows.

The glory of the supper-table on these occasions was invariably furnished by her ladyship: it was a cold roasted peacock, with his tail stuck out as if in life.