“Goodbye, Mrs. Bolton! I know you’ll look after Sir Clifford nobly.”

“I’ll do what I can, your Ladyship.”

“And write to me if there is any news, and tell me about Sir Clifford, how he is.”

“Very good, your Ladyship, I will. And have a good time, and come back and cheer us up.”

Everybody waved. The car went off. Connie looked back and saw Clifford sitting at the top of the steps in his house-chair. After all, he was her husband: Wragby was her home: circumstance had done it.