I brought her here--was obliged to.

They were harrowing the poor child to death, the toads! She was dying by inches, she and the child, too, and so I carried her away from her own place and stuck her into this cottage." "That was very good of you," said Celia, warmly.
"Oh, well, whenever I see Susie, I think of my own girlhood and its temptations, and say to myself, like the man whose name I can't remember, 'but for the grace of God, there goes Constance Gridborough.' Here we are!" They had covered the long drive, and reached a house almost as grand as the hall.

As at the Hall, there was a superfluity of servants, and one would have thought the little Exmoor was an elephant by the way in which a couple of grooms sprang forward to his diminutive head.

The old lady, leaning on a stick and the arm of a footman, led Celia into the house.
While lunch was in progress the old lady talked in the same friendly and familiar way, as if she had known Celia for years.
"I suppose you're a college girl?
Wiggins, help Miss Grant to some chicken.

You must make a good lunch, for I am sure you must be hungry.
Father and mother living ?" "No," said Celia, quietly.
"That's sad," commented her ladyship.