It was the butler killed her.

She could cope with the women servants, but when Sir John felt that his dignity required a butler she gave it up.

I dare say she was glad enough to go....

'Eh, mem, I am effrontit,' she used to say to me if I went in and found her spotless kitchen disarranged, and I thought of her to-day when I saw those silly little painted faces, and was glad she had been spared the sight of her descendants....

But what am I raging about?
What does it matter to me, when all's said?
Let the lassies dress up as long as they have the heart; they'll have long years to learn sense if they're spared....