The portrait referred to was a painting made of her soon after her marriage, when she was in the prime of her beauty; not good as a work of art, and doing much less than justice to the full-blooded vigour of the woman as she then lived, but still a picture that drew the eye and touched the fancy.
"No doubt you are right.

This girl is a grand-niece of mine, my brother's son's daughter.

I only heard of her a week ago.

She is coming to see me." Constance now understood the significance of Mr.Kerchever's visit, and the feverish state of mind in which Lady Ogram had since been living.
She felt no touch of sympathetic emotion, but smiled as if the announcement greatly interested her; and in a sense it did.
"I can quite understand your impatience to see her." "Yes, but one shouldn't make a fool of oneself.

An old fool's worse than a young one.