It was exactly as she had done before. She had never despised Lucy Robarts. She had accorded to the parson's sister the amount of cordiality with which she usually received her acquaintance, and now she could do no more for the peer's wife. Lady Dumbello and Lady Lufton have known each other ever since, and have occasionally visited at each other's houses, but the intimacy between them has never gone beyond this.
The dowager came up to town for about a month, and, while there, was contented to fill a second place. She had no desire to be the great lady in London. But then came the trying period when they commenced their life together at Framley Court. The elder lady formally renounced her place at the top of the table—formally persisted in renouncing it, though Lucy, with tears, implored her to resume it. She said also, with equal formality—repeating her determination over and over again to Mrs. Robarts with great energy—that she would in no respect detract, by interference of her own, from the authority of the proper mistress of the house; but, nevertheless, it is well known to every one at Framley that old Lady Lufton still reigns paramount in the parish.
"Yes, my dear; the big room looking into the little garden to the south was always the nursery, and, if you ask my advice, it will still remain so. But, of course, any room you please—"
And the big room, looking into the little garden to the south, is still the nursery at Framley Court.
THE END.
