She was a kind mistress and a generous _patronne_.

Vivie as her daughter was assured of their respect, and by her polite behaviour won their liking as well.
"You know, Viv, old girl," said Mrs.Warren one day, "if you played your cards all right, this pretty place might be yours after I'd gone.

Why don't yer pick up a decent husband somewhere and drop all this foolishness about the Suffragettes?
He needn't know too much about me, d'yer see?
And if you looked at things sensible-like, you'd come in for a pot of money some day; and whilst I lived I'd make you a good allowance--" "It's no use, dear mother"-- involuntarily she said "dear": her heart was hungry for affection, Wales was rapidly passing out of her sphere, David's business must soon be wound up in that quarter and where else had she to go?
"So long as you keep on with those Hotels I can't touch a penny.

I oughtn't to have kept that thousand, only Praddy assured me it was 'clean' money." _Mrs.W._: "So it was.

I won it at Monte.