She ignored it, however.
Like every one else in close contact with Mrs.Selwyn, she had learned to accept the fact that the poor lady seriously believed that her whole life was spent in bearing with admirable patience the total absence of consideration accorded her.
When she descended from Mrs.Selwyn's room Sara was amazed to find that the hands of the clock only indicated half-past ten.

Surely no morning had ever dragged itself away so slowly! At two o'clock she and Molly were both due to lunch with Mrs.Maynard at Greenacres, and she was radiantly aware that Garth Trent would be included among the guests.

Between them, Audrey, and the Herricks, and Sara had succeeded in enticing the hermit within the charmed circle of their friendship, and he could now be depended upon to join their little gatherings--"provided," as he had bluntly told Audrey, "that you can put up with my manners and morals." Mrs.Maynard had only laughed.
"I'm not in the least likely to find fault with your manners," she said cheerfully.

"They're really quite normal, and as for your morals, they are your own affair, my dear man.

Anyway, there is at least one bond between us--Monkshaven heartily disapproves of both of us." Greenacres was a delightful place, built rather on the lines of a French country house, with the sitting-rooms leading one into the other and each opening in its turn on to a broad wooden verandah.