Averil

She must virtually ask Lord Averil to put up quietly with the loss of the sixteen thousand pounds, and to make no sign.

Meta was pounced upon by Margery and carried off to have her tumbled hair smoothed; and Lady Averil came in alone.

As the light burst forth, she turned her face to Lady Averil with a sort of apology.

Lady Averil had not heard of the ominous fears that were ripening, and hoped it was the latter.

Lady Averil lifted the child to her knee, and asked whether she would come and pay her a long, long visit at Ashlydyat.