Aunt Sarah came a week later with a considerable amount of luggage, but no maid. The motor-omnibus was sent to the station to meet her, in spite of her nephew's warnings. "She'll arrive as cross as can be," he said. "She hates motors of every description, and I don't suppose has ever been on one in her life." "Then it's time she tried it," said Lady Otterburn. "There isn't a horse in the place that could draw a buggy fourteen miles to the depôt and back and bring her here in time for dinner." "Well, you'll see," said Otterburn. "She'll tell us what she thinks of us when she gets here." She did. The powerful motor-omnibus drew up before the door of Castle Gide--at which Lord and Lady Otterburn were standing to receive their guest--having completed the seven-mile journey from the station in about five-and-twenty minutes. The driver and the footman beside him wore expressions of apprehensive discomfort, and the latter jumped down off his seat to open the door at the back of the vehicle with some alacrity. There emerged a tall and formidable-looking old lady, with an aquiline nose and abundant, well-arranged grey hair. She wore an imposing bonnet and a dress not of the latest fashion, which rustled richly. There was a cloud on her magnificent brow, her mouth was firmly closed, and she showed no signs of agreeable feeling at arriving thus at her journey's end. [Illustration: "'HOW DO YOU DO, AUNT SARAH?' SAID OTTERBURN."] "How do you do, Aunt Sarah?" said Otterburn, hastening down the steps to greet her. "Very pleased to see you again. Hope the old 'bus brought you along comfortably." "No, Edward," replied Aunt Sarah, rigidly, "the old 'bus, as you term it, did not bring me along comfortably. I had vowed never to trust myself to one of these detestable new inventions, and I am surprised at your sending such a contrivance to meet me. This, I suppose, is your wife. How do you do, my lady? I shall probably be able to tell better how I like your appearance when I have recovered from the perilous journey to which I have been subjected. I should like to be shown at once to my room. I am much too upset by my late experience to think of joining you downstairs to-night." "Why, certainly," said Lady Otterburn. "I'll take you upstairs, and you shall have your supper just when and how you please--right here and now if you prefer it. I want that you should make yourself at home in this house." Aunt Sarah transfixed her with a haughty glare. "Considering that this house was my home for five-and-thirty years," she said, "I think I can promise to do that. Thank you, Lady Otterburn. I will not detain you any longer. This was the third best bachelor's room in my day; I know my way about it well. No doubt you have other more important guests for whom the better rooms are reserved. I will wish you good-night." "My!" said the Countess of Otterburn, on the other side of a firmly-closed door. "She's a peach!" II.