liberal sentiments, and Georgie even without the need of his spectacles
could see Peppino, who had spied Lady Ambermere from the door of the
market-gardener's, hurrying down the street, in order to get a word
with her before "her people" drove her back to The Hall.

"I came into Riseholme today to get rooms at the Arms for Olga
Bracely," she observed.

"The prima-donna?" asked Georgie breathless with excitement.

"Yes; she is coming to stay at the Arms for two nights with Mr
Shuttleworth."

"Surely--" began Georgie.

"No, it is all right, he is her husband, they were married last week,"
said Lady Ambermere. "I should have thought that Shuttleworth was a
good enough name, as the Shuttleworths are cousins of the late lord,
but she prefers to call herself Miss Bracely. I don't dispute her right
to call herself what she pleases: far from it, though who the Bracelys
were, I have never been able to discover. But when George Shuttleworth
wrote to me saying that he and his wife were intending to stay here for
a couple of days, and proposing to come over to The Hall to see me, I
thought I would just look in at the Arms myself, and see that they were
promised proper accommodation. They will dine with me tomorrow. I have
a few people staying, and no doubt Miss Bracely will sing afterwards.
My Broadwood was always considered a remarkably fine instrument. It was
very proper of George Shuttleworth to say that he would be in the
neighbourhood, and I daresay she is a very decent sort of woman."