My own idea is that he'll turn out to be nothing but a bank manager, or perhaps a stockbroker.

I expect he's rolling in money." Austin had said nothing to his aunt about the lady who had looked over the gate for one brief moment and then so unaccountably disappeared.
What would have been the use?
He felt baffled and perplexed, but it was not likely that Aunt Charlotte would be able to throw any light upon the mystery.

She would probably say that he had been dreaming, or that he only imagined it, or that it was an old gipsy woman, or one of the MacTavish girls playing a trick, or something equally fatuous and absurd.

But the more he thought of it the more he was convinced of the reality of the whole thing, and of the existence of some great marvel.
That he had seen the lady was beyond question.

That she had vanished the next moment was also beyond question.