A child isn't as easily deceived as Walter." "I shall certainly not tell him," Lady Anne said graciously.

She did not object to the honest pride in Walter Gray.

He was probably a superior man for his station, being Mary's father.

As for that poor slattern, Lady Anne had lived too long in the world to be amazed by the marriages men made, either in her own exalted circle or in those below it.
Walter Gray came, in a flutter of tender anxiety, at half-past six in the evening, to Lady Anne's garden, where Mary was sitting in her wicker chair under the mulberry tree.

Lady Anne had given orders that he was to be shown out to the garden when he called.
"My poor little girl!" he said, with an arm about Mary's shoulder.
Then he took off his hat to Lady Anne.