THE early morning sunlight of the brilliant late March day<br >sparkled off the sills and railings of the quiet row of town<br >houses in this fashionable section of London. It was weeks<br >before the start of the Season， and few of the upper ten<br >thousand had yet stirred from hearth and home to make<br >their annual pilgrimage to London.<br > But one knocker， at least， was on its door， and the house<br >itself bore an indefinable air of habitation. The occupant of<br >the livery coach drawing up before it was emboldened to<br >think that the house looked welcoming， though she realized<br >that this might be only a reflection of her own hopes， and<br >not truth in fact.<br > A coachman stepped down to assist the passenger out.<br > The lady， obviously a lady of Quality， stopped to remind<br > the driver--once again--that he was to walk the horses;<br > then she hurried up the steps to where the watchful butler<br > was already swinging the door wide.<br > Josephine， Lady Mulford， was a short， plump lady， well<br > past her middle years， with blue eyes that normally danced<br > with mirth and a wealth of silvery hair kept tucked， with<br > little success， beneath a widow s lace cap. She suffered her-<br > self to be conducted to the morning room， where the butler<br > assured her， in sepulchral tones， that: "his lordship will be<br > with you directly， my lady."<br > <br ><br >
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