"Madam," said the servant bowing, "do you receive visitors?"
Mrs. Fogson espying the handsome carriage was dazzled, and responded graciously:
"We ain't fixed for company," she said, "but if you'll make allowances I shall be happy to receive visitors. Who is it?" she inquired curiously.
"Lady Fenwick and Sir Robert Fenwick, of Fenwick Hall, England."
"You don't say!" ejaculated Mrs. Fogson, awe-stricken. "Tell 'em to come right in."
Jed assisted his mother to alight and walk up to the front door, Mrs. Fogson having retreated inside to change her dress.
"And you say you lived in this forlorn place, Robert?" asked Lady Fenwick with a shudder.
"For fourteen years, mother."
"I never can forgive Guy Fenwick—never!"
"I am none the worse for it now, mother."