They belonged to little Ann, who in the course of business had discovered the vehicle before the door.

Her sudden little voice under her sudden little nose, friendly but not too friendly, was comforting to Courtier.
"Are you going?
I can come as, far as the gate." "That is lucky." "Yes.

Is that all your luggage ?" "I'm afraid it is." "Oh! It's quite a lot, really, isn't it ?" "As much as I deserve." "Of course you don't have to take guinea-pigs about with you ?" "Not as a rule." "I always do.

There's great-Granny!" There certainly was Lady Casterley, standing a little back from the drive, and directing a tall gardener how to deal with an old oak-tree.
Courtier alighted, and went towards her to say good-bye.

She greeted him with a certain grim cordiality.
"So you are going! I am glad of that, though you quite understand that I like you personally." "Quite!" Her eyes gleamed maliciously.
"Men who laugh like you are dangerous, as I've told you before!" Then, with great gravity; she added "My granddaughter will marry Lord Harbinger.