CHAPTER XIX.
ARTHUR'S PLAN 'Why, the madam is going to drive, too, and I've come to harness; there'll be a row somewhere,' John said.
'Can't help it,' Charles replied, 'Mr.Arthur wants the phaeton, and will have it for all of Madam.' 'Yes, I s'p'o' so.

Wall, I'll go and tell her,' was John's rejoinder, as he started for the house, where Mrs.Tracy was just drawing on her long driving gloves, and admiring her new hat and feather before the glass.
Dolly looked almost as young, and far prettier, than when the came to the park, eleven years before.

A life of luxury suited her.

She had learned to take things easily, and the old woman with the basket might now come every day to her kitchen door without her knowing it.

She aped Mrs.Atherton of Brier Hill, in everything, and had the satisfaction of knowing that she was on all occasions quite as stylish-looking and well-dressed as that aristocratic lady whom she called her intimate friend.