Now you know.

Shall we go down ?" * * * * * The library was already full when the two ladies entered.

Mrs.Friend was aware of a tall fair woman, beautifully dressed in black, standing by Lord Buntingford; of an officer in uniform, resplendent in red tabs and decorations, talking to a spare grey-haired man, who might be supposed to be the agent; of a man in a round collar and clerical coat, standing awkward and silent by the tall lady in black; and of various other girls and young men.
All eyes were turned to Helena as she entered, and she was soon surrounded, while Lord Buntingford took special care of Helena's companion.

Mrs.Friend found herself introduced to Lady Cynthia Welwyn, the tall lady in black; to Mr.Parish, the grey-haired man, and to the clergyman.

Lady Cynthia bestowed on her a glance from a pair of prominent eyes, and a few civil remarks, Mr.Parish made her an old-fashioned bow, and hoped she had not found the journey too dusty, while the clergyman, whose name she caught as Mr.Alcott, showed a sudden animation as they shook hands, and had soon put her at her ease by a manner in which she at once divined a special sympathy for the stranger within the gates.
"You have just come, I gather ?" "I only arrived this afternoon." "And you are to look after Miss Helena ?" he smiled.
Mrs.Friend smiled too.
"I hope so.