For a single moment she had it in her mind to run to the camp and bring Pine, but reflecting that in a moment of rage the man might kill Lambert, Chaldea checked her first impulse, and bent all her energies towards getting sufficiently near to listen to a conversation which was not meant for her ears.
Meanwhile, Agnes had been admitted by Mrs.Tribb, a dried-up little woman with the rosy face of a winter apple, and a continual smile of satisfaction with herself and with her limited world.

This consisted of the cottage, in the wood, and of the near villages, where she repaired on occasions to buy food.

Sometimes, indeed, she went to The Manor, for, born and bred on the Garvington estates, Mrs.Tribb knew all the servants at the big house.

She had married a gamekeeper, who had died, and unwilling to leave the country she knew best, had gladly accepted the offer of Lord Garvington to look after the woodland cottage.

In this way Lambert became possessed of an exceedingly clean housekeeper, and a wonderfully good cook.