Lady Lundie had cross-examined her way downward as far as the page, when Sir Patrick joined her.
"My dear lady! pardon me for reminding you again, that this is a free country, and that you have no claim whatever to investigate Miss Silvester's proceedings after she has left your house." Lady Lundie raised her eyes, devotionally, to the ceiling.

She looked like a martyr to duty.

If you had seen her ladyship at that moment, you would have said yourself, "A martyr to duty." "No, Sir Patrick! As a Christian woman, that is not _my_ way of looking at it.

This unhappy person has lived under my roof.

This unhappy person has been the companion of Blanche.