IV
On the grass sweep of lawn beyond the gravelled drive, Mademoiselle Blanche, the new Frenchmistress, was walking. She looked with appreciative¹ eyes at the powerful young man clipping thehedge.
“Assez bien,” thought Mademoiselle Blanche.
Mademoiselle Blanche was slender and mouselike and not very noticeable, but she herselfnoticed everything.
Her eyes went to the procession of cars sweeping² up to the front door. She assessed them interms of money. This Meadowbank was certainly formidable! She summed up mentally the profitsthat Miss Bulstrode must be making.
Yes, indeed! Formidable!

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