As for Maude Ughtred, all talk would be the same to her; she was always week-ending.

Stanley need not worry--it would be all right; some real work would get done, some real advance be made.

So saying, she turned her fine shoulders twice, once this way and once that, and went out.

She had never told even Stanley her ambition that at Becket, under her aegis, should be laid the foundation-stone of the real scheme, whatever it might be, that should regenerate 'the Land.' Stanley would only have laughed; even though it would be bound to make him Lord Freeland when it came to be known some day....
To the eyes and ears of Nedda that evening at dinner, all was new indeed, and all wonderful.

It was not that she was unaccustomed to society or to conversation, for to their house at Hampstead many people came, uttering many words, but both the people and the words were so very different.