One day, on returning from a ride, as the carriage passed into the block where they lived, she saw a woman standing on the step in front of their residence.

She had pulled the bell, and was waiting for a servant to answer it.
"There is some one at our door," said Edith.
Mrs.Dinneford leaned across her daughter, and then drew back quickly, saying, "It's Mrs.Barker.Tell Henry to drive past.

I don't want to see visitors, and particularly not Mrs.Barker." She spoke hurriedly, and with ill-concealed agitation.

Edith kept her eyes on the woman, and saw her go in, but did not tell the driver to keep on past the house.

It was not Mrs.Barker.She knew that very well.
In the next moment their carriage drew up at the door.
"Go on, Henry!" cried Mrs.Dinneford, leaning past her daughter, and speaking through the window that was open on that side.