She has lived like a lady; been clothed like one.

When I saw her she was wearing ornaments--a brooch of amethysts, with pearls around it, I remember, which, I am sure, ought to belong to the estate.

I can't see that Lord Iniscrone is called upon to do anything more for the young person.

What with those absurd legacies to the servants and the way Lady Anne lived--a big house and a staff of servants and carriages and horses for one old lady!--the estate has been impoverished." "Lady Anne had a great sense of her own dignity," the lawyer put in.
"And this house had been her home for more than fifty years." "Everything needs replacing," Lady Iniscrone grumbled, with a disparaging look around.

"Those curtains and carpets----" "Your Lordship will, I am sure, feel that, in making some little provision for Miss Gray, you will be doing what Lady Anne wished and intended to do," Mr.Buckton said earnestly, turning from the lady to her husband.
Lord Iniscrone's eyes fluttered nervously.