Cavendish, however, was a lady who liked to make her own plans, and expected other people to fall in with them, and in this case she certainly had the whip hand, namely: the purse strings.
John Cavendish was waiting on the platform, and piloted me out to the car.
I shall never forget my first sight of Mary Cavendish.
Cavendish gave me some tea, and her few quiet remarks heightened my first impression of her as a thoroughly fascinating woman.
The evening passed pleasantly enough; and I dreamed that night of that enigmatical woman, Mary Cavendish.
Cavendish until lunch-time, when she volunteered to take me for a walk, and we spent a charming afternoon roaming in the woods, returning to the house about five.
Finally John Cavendish, finding his persuasions of no avail, went off to look up the trains.
Cavendish suddenly detached herself from the group, and moved across the drive to the lawn to meet a tall bearded man who had been evidently making for the house.