However terrible might be the storm, it must break upon her own head.

So she at once went up and tapped at Lady Lufton's private door; and as she did so Lady Meredith followed her.
"Come in," said Lady Lufton, and the voice did not sound soft and pleasant.

When they entered, they found her sitting at her little writing-table, with her head resting on her arm, and that letter which she had received that morning was lying open on the table before her.

Indeed there were two letters now there, one from a London lawyer to herself, and the other from her son to that London lawyer.

It needs only be explained that the subject of those letters was the immediate sale of that outlying portion of the Lufton property in Oxfordshire, as to which Mr.Sowerby once spoke.