"My Lady's cause has been again before the Chancellor, has it, Mr. Tulkinghorn?" says Sir Leicester, giving him his hand.
"Yes. It has been on again to-day," Mr. Tulkinghorn replies, making one of his quiet bows to my Lady, who is on a sofa near the fire, shading her face with a hand-screen.
"It would be useless to ask," says my Lady with the dreariness of the place in Lincolnshire still upon her, "whether anything has been done."
"Nothing that YOU would call anything has been done to-day," replies Mr. Tulkinghorn.
"Nor ever will be," says my Lady.

"My Lady's cause has been again before the Chancellor, has it, Mr. Tulkinghorn?" says Sir Leicester.
"Yes. It has been on again today," Mr. Tulkinghorn replies, bowing to my Lady, who is on a sofa near the fire, shading her face.
"It would be useless to ask," says my Lady with the dreariness of Lincolnshire still upon her, "whether anything has been done."
"Nothing that you would call anything has been done today," replies Mr. Tulkinghorn.
"Nor ever will be," says my Lady.
