He tells me he's going to have some people staying with him--a Mr.Sorell, and a young musician with a Polish name--I can't remember it.

Mr.Sorell's going to coach the young man, or something.

They're to be paying guests, for a month at least.
Mr.Powell was Mr.Sorell's college tutor--and Mr.Powell's dreadfully poor--so I'm glad.

No wife, mercifully! "Anyway, you see, there are plenty of people about.

Do come.
"I am, dear Constance, Your affectionate aunt, MARCIA RISBOROUGH." "Now what on earth am I going to do about that ?" said Constance, tossing the letter over to Annette.
"Well, Mr.and Mrs.Hooper are going, cook says, to the Isle of Wight, and Miss Alice is going with them," said Annette, "and Miss Nora's going to join them after a bit in Scotland." "I know all that," said Constance impatiently.