A Royal Wrong by Fred M. White

Meanwhile, the hand of fate was reaching for Du Cros from another quarter. Yet to the eye there was nothing about the exterior of The Gables to indicate the note of tragedy within. The house stood back from the road in one of the best parts of Sefton Park. It might have been the establishment of a prosperous business man. The lawns were in beautiful order and the conservatory was gay with flowers. In the stables was a car of the latest model. The mansion was furnished quietly and in good taste and the rooms were large and lofty. Three maids and a butler made up the domestic staff. It was here that Kate Mayfield dwelt, plotting and patiently waiting for the hour of her revenge.

Kate, however, kept up no style, desired no visitors, and pursued the even tenor of her way, heedless of local curiosity and gossip. Indeed it mattered little what her neighbours said or thought about her.