Some day, she supposed, if it was to be her lot to visit country houses, she would get used to their ways.

For Arthur, of course, it was useful--perhaps necessary--to be put through his paces by a woman like Lady Dunstable.

"And he can hold his own.

But for me?
I contribute nothing.

I don't belong to them--they don't want me--and what use have I for them ?" Her meditations, however, were here interrupted by a knock.