Amongst them they had ended by burying Mrs.Nevill Tyson up to her neck in a fairly substantial pile of pebbles.

It only needed one more stone to complete the work.

Still, as I said before, Mrs.
Nevill Tyson's enemies were not particularly anxious to throw it.
This was reserved for another hand.
It was impossible for Mrs.Wilcox to live, even obscurely, in Drayton Parva without hearing some garbled version of the current rumor.

At first she was a little shocked at finding her son-in-law under a cloud.

But if there is one truth more indisputable than another, it is that every cloud has a handsome silver lining to it.