But then I am not a lady of title." "Lady Lydiard engaged herself to call on Miss Isabel in my hearing," said Mr.Troy.

"Lady Lydiard is the most generous woman living!" "Lady Lydiard is here!" cried a joyful voice on the other side of the door.
At the same moment, Isabel burst into the room in a state of excitement which actually ignored the formidable presence of Miss Pink.

"I beg your pardon, aunt! I was upstairs at the window, and I saw the carriage stop at the gate.

And Tommie has come, too! The darling saw me at the window!" cried the poor girl, her eyes sparkling with delight as a perfect explosion of barking made itself heard over the tramp of horses' feet and the crash of carriage wheels outside.
Miss Pink rose slowly, with a dignity that looked capable of adequately receiving--not one noble lady only, but the whole peerage of England.
"Control yourself, dear Isabel," she said.

"No well-bred young lady permits herself to become unduly excited.