Her Ladyship would come in only in time to dress for dinner.
She had been driving in the park, she had been calling, she had been at a concert, or a matinee, or an "At Home." She had been attending this or that meeting.

She was never in bed before the summer dawn, yet she would be at the breakfast-table as fresh as a milkmaid, smiling at Mary and telling her this and that bit of news or event of the time since they had met.
Mrs.Morres, who had to accompany her to many places, slept every hour of the day she could.

She confessed to Mary in her dry way, that did not ask for pity, that she found her Ladyship's energy superhuman.

Sometimes there was an interesting debate in the House of Commons, and Lady Agatha must drop in after dinner to sit for an hour behind the gilded grille.
Afterwards she would go on to a political reception.

Later to a ball, where she would dance as though there had been nothing in all the long day to tire her.
Once or twice she had a quiet dinner-party, to which Mary came down in her frock of filmy black, which made a delightful setting for her fair paleness.