If the wonderful was to occur, this was the place to heighten it.
'My son may be an intruder,' Mr.Woodseer said.

'He is acquainted with a Lord Fleetwood...' 'Madge will know, sir,' replied Sarah, and she sent up a shrill cry for Madge from the foot of the stairs.
The girl ran down swiftly.

She entered listening to Sarah, looking at Gower; to whom, after a bob and pained smile where reverence was owing, she said, 'Can you tell me, sir, please, where we can find Lord Fleetwood now ?' Gower was unable to tell.

Madge turned to Mr.Woodseer, saying soon after: 'Oh, she won't mind; she'll be glad, if he knows Lord Fleetwood.
I'll fetch her.' The moments were of the palpitating order for Gower, although his common sense lectured the wildest of hearts for expecting such a possibility as the presence of his lofty lady here.
And, of course, common sense proved to be right: the lady was quite another.

But she struck on a sleeping day of his travels.