CHAPTER 25"That's the third car from the Hall you've opened the gate for, mother."
Miss Tottie Delauney flattened her nose against the casement window of the lodge and peered out into the fading light of the autumn afternoon.
"What's up at the Hall? And here's another," she added as a raucous hoot outside sent Mrs. Yates trotting through the front door. In a moment she was back again.
"That was Mrs. Baily-Barton," she informed her daughter, breathless from the effort of swinging the heavy gates to and fro. "Her chauffeur is a son of John Nomes's that keeps the tobacco shop in Medchester High Street. Here's another! Mirandy, go and open the gate, there's a good girl. I can't get me breath all in a minute."
"Not me!" was the casual retort. "Let 'em open it themselves. Don't you put yours
