Let me look at you." She moved a foot or two to where the light was better.

Very slowly a frown developed upon her forehead.

The longer she looked, the less assured she became.
"There are things in your face I miss," she muttered.
Mr.Mangan was glad of an opportunity of asserting himself.
"The fact is scarcely important, Mrs.Unthank," he said angrily.

"If you will allow me to give you a word of advice, you will treat your master with the respect to which his position here entitles him." Once more the woman blazed up.
"Respect! What respect have I for the murderer of my son?
Respect! Well, if he stays here against my bidding, perhaps her ladyship will show him what respect means." She turned around and disappeared.

Every one began bustling about the luggage and talking at once.