And as she lay there, there rose up before her, wearily and despondently, the changes which nine years had brought to Old Place.
Janet Tosswill, like all intelligent step-mothers, sometimes speculated as to what her predecessor had really been like.

Her husband's elder children were so amazingly unlike one another, as well as utterly unlike her own son Timmy.
Betty, the eldest of her step-children, was her favourite, and she had also been deeply attached to Betty's twin-brother, George.

The two had been alike in many ways, though Betty was very feminine and George essentially masculine, and each of them had possessed those special human attributes which only War seems to bring to full fruition.
George had been out in France seven months when he had been killed at Beaumont Hamel, and he had already won a bar to his Military Cross by an action which in any other campaign would have given him the Victoria Cross.

As for Betty, she had shown herself extraordinarily brave, cool, and resourceful when after doing some heavy home war work, she had gone out with one of the units of the Scottish Women's Hospital.
But Janet Tosswill admired and loved the girl more than ever since Betty had come back, from what had perforce been a full and exciting life, to take up the dull, everyday routine existence at Old Place where, what with a bad investment, high prices, and the sudden leap in the income-tax, from living pleasantly at ease they had become most unpleasantly poor.
Jack, who came next to Betty, though a long way after, and who had just missed being in the war, was a very different type of young Englishman from what George had been.

He was clever, self-assertive, and already known as a brilliant debater and as a sound speaker at the Oxford Union.
There need be no trouble as to Jack Tosswill's future--he was going to the Bar, and there was little doubt that he would succeed there.