She received Pollyooly's account of the pleasant day she had spent with many expressions of pleased amazement; and then she gave her a noble tea.
Pollyooly was coming to the end of it, listening with an agreeable show of interest to the further details of Eglantine's affair of the heart with the landed proprietor of the market-garden, when they were both startled by a loud snort at the window.

The lawyer and the detective were looking in upon them, their faces beaming with satisfaction at the sight of their quarry.

The detective guarded the window while the lawyer sprang lithely round the house, through the front door, and into the room.
"Thank goodness! I've caught your ladyship at last!" he cried.
Pollyooly scowled at him and said nothing.

It was her habit in the part of Lady Marion Ricksborough to give herself airs.

He snatched his watch from his pocket and cried: "Oh, hang it! We've missed the last train to London!" Pollyooly smiled coldly.
"Well, we must spend the night at the hotel," he said grumpily.