She had felt certain somehow, at sight of Marcella, that she should say or do something untoward, and she had promptly justified her own prevision.
The only time she had ever seen Mrs.Boyce had been in court, on the last day of the famous trial in which Richard Boyce was concerned, when she had made out the wife sitting closely veiled as near to her husband as possible, waiting for the verdict.

As she had already confided this reminiscence to Miss Raeburn, and had forgotten she had done so, both ladies had a moment of embarrassment.
"Mrs.Boyce, I am sorry to say, does not seem to be strong," said Miss Raeburn, bending over the heel of her stocking.

"I wish we could have had the pleasure of seeing her to-day." There was a pause.

Lady Winterbourne's tragic eyes were once more considering Marcella.
"I hope you will come and see me," she said at last abruptly--"and Mrs.
Boyce too." The voice was very soft and refined though so deep, and Marcella looking up was suddenly magnetised.
"Yes, I will," she said, all her face melting into sensitive life.
"Mamma won't go anywhere, but I will come, if you will ask me." "Will you come next Tuesday ?" said Lady Winterbourne quickly--"come to tea, and I will drive you back.

Mr.Raeburn told me about you.