"My lady is served," says the butler in black, in an immense white shirt-frill, that looked as if it had been one of the Queen Elizabeth's ruffs depicted in the hall; and so, taking Mr. Crawley's arm, she led the way to the dining-room, whither I followed with my little pupils in each hand.

"My lady is served," said the butler, in an immense white shirt-frill, like one of Queen Elizabeth's ruffs; and so, taking Mr. Crawley's arm, she led the way to the dining-room.
