But, now and again, since her August marriage, she had laid her coroneted head upon one of the old rectory pillows for a night or so, and on such occasions all the Plumsteadians had been loud in praise of her condescension.

Now it happened that when this second and more aggravated blast of the evil wind reached the rectory,--the renewed waft of the tidings as to Major Grantly's infatuation regarding Miss Grace Crawley, which, on its renewal, seemed to bring with it something of confirmation,--it chanced, I say, that at that moment Griselda, Marchioness of Hartletop, was gracing the paternal mansion.

It need hardly be said that the father was not slow to invoke such a daughter's counsel, and such a sister's aid.
I am not quite sure that the mother would have been equally quick to ask her daughter's advice, had she been left in the matter entirely to her own propensities.

Mrs.Grantly had ever loved her daughter dearly, and had been very proud of that great success in life which Griselda had achieved; but in late years, the child had become, as a woman, separate from the mother, and there had arisen, not unnaturally, a break of that close confidence which in early years had existed between them.

Griselda, Marchioness of Hartletop, was more than ever a daughter to the archdeacon, even though he might never see her.