Lady Margaret died four years later on 26 April 1707.

Lady Margaret likes to have them down here as often as they'll come, and she usually gets her own way.

It was there that Lady Margaret had received me the night before.

Lady Margaret wants you to join the family for dinner.

I could see Lady Margaret's fine hand in all this.

Lady Margaret, don't you care that one of your sons is a murderer?

Lady Margaret snapped at me, clearly not in the best of humor.

Even Lady Margaret knew for once she'd gone too far.

Lady Margaret questioned me from the opposite side of the table.

Lady Margaret opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut again.