She naturally would.

She would be likely to make quite a difference in the neighbourhood now that it had heard of her and Lady Anstruthers had been seen driving with her, evidently no longer an unvisitable invalid, but actually decently clothed and in her right mind.

Mrs.Brent slackened her steps that she might have the pleasure of receiving and responding gracefully to salutations from the important personages in the landau.
She felt that the Dunholms were important.

There were earldoms AND earldoms, and that of Dunholm was dignified and of distinction.
A common-looking young man on a bicycle, who had wheeled into the village with the carriage, riding alongside it for a hundred yards or so, stopped before the Clock Inn and dismounted, just as Mrs.Brent neared him.

He saw her looking after the equipage, and lifting his cap spoke to her civilly.
"This is Stornham village, ain't it, ma'am ?" he inquired.
"Yes, my man." His costume and general aspect seemed to indicate that he was of the class one addressed as "my man," though there was something a little odd about him.
"Thank you.