1 The butler had been a soldier; had married a lady's maid; and, under a glass case there was a watch that had stopped a bullet on the field of Waterloo.
2 They saw a white lady walking under the trees.
3 In real life they had never met, the long lady and the man holding his horse by the rein.
4 The lady was a picture, bought by Oliver because he liked the picture; the man was an ancestor.
5 It was in that deep centre, in that black heart, that the lady had drowned herself.
6 Alas, it was a sheep's, not a lady's.
7 But, the servants insisted, they must have a ghost; the ghost must be a lady's; who had drowned herself for love.
8 Fumbling in his mind for something to say to the adorable lady, he chose the first thing that came handy; the story of the sheep's thigh.
9 Kitchenmaids must have their drowned lady.
10 But William Dodge was still looking at the lady.
11 "Miss La Trobe is a lady of wonderful energy," said Mrs. Swithin.
12 The stout lady in the middle began to beat time with her hand on her chair.
13 She spoke in a loud cheerful voice, as if the old lady were deaf.
14 Oliver, then turning, added further Lady Haslip, of Haslip Manor, as he spied that old lady wheeled in her chair by her footman winding up the procession.
15 Mrs. Manresa smiled benevolently, humouring the old lady's whimsy.