He chuckled to himself at the eagerness with which Albion had seized upon the fancy of his shooting Miss Hart.
Lucinda Hart kept the hotel.

She had succeeded to its proprietorship when her father died.

She was a middle-aged woman who had been pretty in a tense, nervous fashion.

Now the prettiness had disappeared under the strain of her daily life.

It was a hard struggle to keep the East Westland House and make both ends meet.