ke any difference or not, Lady Sarah herself probably
hardly knew; but she did consent to the asking of Miss Tallowax to
lunch at Manor Cross.

CHAPTER V.

MISS TALLOWAX IS SHOWN THE HOUSE.

The Dean took his aunt over to Manor Cross in his brougham. The Dean's
brougham was the neatest carriage in Brotherton, very much more so than
the bishop's family carriage. It was, no doubt, generally to be seen
with only one horse; and neither the bishop or Mrs. Barton ever stirred
without two; but then one horse is enough for town work, and that one
horse could lift his legs and make himself conspicuous in a manner of
which the bishop's rather sorry jades knew nothing. On this occasion,
as the journey was long, there were two horses--hired; but,
nevertheless, the brougham looked very well as it came up the long
Manor Cross avenue. Miss Tallowax became rather frightened as she drew
near to the scene of her coming grandeur.

"Henry," she said to her nephew, "they will think so little of me."

"My dear aunt," replied the Dean, "in these days a lady who has plenty
of money of her own can hold her head up anywhere. The dear old
marchioness will think quite as much of you as you do of her."

What perhaps struck Miss Tallowax most at the first moment was the
plainness of the ladies' dresses. She, herself, was rather gorgeous in
a shot-silk gown and a fashionable bonnet crowded with flowers. She had
been ashamed of the splendour of the article as she put it on, and yet
had been ashamed also of her ordinary daily head gear. But when she saw
the Marchioness, and especially when she saw Lady Sarah, who was
altogether strange to her, she wished that she had come in her
customary black gown. She had heard something about Lady Sarah from her
niece, and had conceived an idea that Lady Sarah was the dragon of the
family. But when she saw a little woman, looking almost as old as
herself,--though in truth the one might have been the other's
mother,--dressed in an old brown merino, with the slightest morsel of
white collar to be seen round her neck, she began to hope that the
dragon would not be very fierce.

"I hope you like Brotherton, Miss Tallowax," said Lady Sarah. "I think
I have heard that you were here once before."

"I like Brotherton very much, my lady." Lady Sarah smiled as graciously
as she knew how. "I came when they first made Henry dean, a long time
ago now it seems. But he had not then the honour of knowing your mamm