Who would have imagined Mr.Radnor a private sinner flaunting for one of the righteous?
And she, the mother, a lady--quite a lady; having really a sense of duty, sense of honour! That she must be a lady, Dudley was convinced.

He beheld through a porous crape, woven of formal respectfulness, with threads of personal disgust, the scene, striking him drearly like a distant great mansion's conflagration across moorland at midnight, of a lady's breach of bonds and plunge of all for love.

How had it been concealed?
In Dudley's upper sphere, everything was exposed: Scandal walked naked and unashamed-figurante of the polite world.

But still this lady was of the mint and coin, a true lady.

Handsome now, she must have been beautiful.