My Lady Bountiful by Fred M. White

Here was the plot that Kathleen had been looking for. Everything was ready to the hand of the novelist. And the setting was perfect. But how was it going to end? Mrs. Eldred-Wolfram might break, but most assuredly she would not bend. She would insist upon her right to do anything she pleased with everything at Caradoc, even at the risk of mutual unpleasantness with the Lord Chancellor.

Reggie had gone in to pay his respects to his aunt and pave the way for the momentous interview later on. Usually he did not care to stay to luncheon, though the invitation was generally offered him. But on this occasion there came to him a dainty vision of a pretty girl with a pleasant face and wondrous grey eyes by the side of a mossy sundial, and he complied eagerly.