The face and hair of the old man had blanched indeed to a singular whiteness; but the eyes, blue under strong eyebrows, with their concentrated look, were the eyes of the Lord Buntingford with whom she had just been talking.
The hoot of a motor startled her, and she ran to a window which commanded the drive.

An open car was rapidly approaching.

A girl was driving it, with a man in chauffeur's uniform sitting behind her.

She brought the car smartly up to the door, then instantly jumped out, lifted the bonnet, and stood with the chauffeur at her side, eagerly talking to him and pointing to something in the chassis.

Mrs.Friend saw Lord Buntingford run down the steps to greet his ward.