A. M. Williamson and C. N. Williamson

“ As Lady Scarlett listened she knitted, with strong, predatory, relentless hands. Language, they say, is used to conceal thought. So, it occurred to me, is knitting. I felt, watching her as a wise mouse should watch a cat, that she was making up her mind to some action more beneficial to herself than to Terry. But for my life I couldn't guess what. She seemed to weave a knitted screen between my mind and hers!
In the end, however, she announced that for two hundred pounds a week her family could, apparently, blot itself temporarily out of existence, in the suite of the garden court. ”

“ Well, once a brightener always a brightener, I suppose! And acting on this principle, I yielded. I promised to spend a week at Dawley St. Ann, a village within a mile of Dun Moat—there's a delightful old inn there! and superintend preparations for the beloved tenant. When she was safely installed, I would go home or elsewhere, and Terry could take my rooms at the inn. Being her neighbor as well as landlord, he could easily find excuses to see the princess every day. ”

“ Terry said that he felt his head growing gray, hair by hair, with suspense; but when Lady Scarlett came back at last no change could be seen in it by the naked eye.
“My husband and I will consider your proposal,” she said, “provided the price is satisfactory, and taking it for granted that we agree on the rooms for our occupation. We should want those known as the “garden-court suite.” And we should ask one hundred and fifty pounds a week, for a possible term of ten weeks, on the proviso that we could terminate the tenancy with a fortnight's notice at any time after the first month.” ”