This time she didn't in the least know what the child was talking about, and she was relieved when the door opened, and the Tosswill family came streaming through it, accompanied by their step-mother.
Laughing introductions took place.

Mrs.Crofton singled out instinctively her gentle, cultivated-looking host.

She told herself with a queer sense of relief, that he was the sort of man who generally shows a distantly chivalrous regard for women.

Next to her host, his eldest son, Jack Tosswill, came in for secret, close scrutiny, but Enid Crofton always found it easy and more than easy, to "make friends" with a young man.
She realised that she was up against a more difficult problem in the ladies of the family.

She felt a little frightened of Mrs.Tosswill, of whom Godfrey Radmore had spoken with such affection and gratitude.