Her brother would bring her, and return to London in the afternoon.
Olga walked to the station to meet them.

Mrs.Hannaford having paid unusual attention to her dress--she had long since ceased to care how she looked, save on very exceptional occasions--moved impatiently, nervously, about the house and the garden.

Her age was not yet forty, but a life of disappointment and unrest had dulled her complexion, made her movements languid, and was beginning to touch with grey her soft, wavy hair.

Under happier circumstances she would have been a most attractive woman; her natural graces were many, her emotions were vivid and linked with a bright intelligence, her natural temper inclined to the nobler modes of life.

Unfortunately, little care had been given to her education; her best possibilities lay undeveloped; thrown upon her inadequate resources, she nourished the weaknesses instead of the virtues of her nature.