“No, indeed, my Lord, she must be on the wrong side of thirty-five years of age.”
“I have not seen her for over ten years. Have you any idea where she is?” Lord Wynchingham enquired.
“Mistress Lovell sometimes honours me by a visit,” Mrs. Browning said. “She is interested in the family and has need to occupy her mind since her husband’s death. She has been left in poor circumstances and manages by doing needlework to eke out a slender income, most of which had been dissipated by her husband. She has, in fact, repaired some of the curtains in this house. I did not mention it to your Lordship, but I felt that it would meet with your approval.”
“Anne getting a living by her needle!” Lord Wynchingham exclaimed. “You should have told me, Browny, I would have helped her.”
“I think, my Lord,
