It was only when later, at the picnic on the river, I had come to realise her sweet and gentle, that my awe changed to something else.
For a while she sat, making some notes or memoranda.

Then putting them away, she sent for the faithful servants.

I thought that she had better have this interview alone, and so left her.

When I came back there were traces of tears in her eyes.
The next phase in which I had a part was even more disturbing, and infinitely more painful.

Late in the afternoon Sergeant Daw came into the study where I was sitting.