Mamma, if you won't mind ringing the bell, I will send for Cecile, and go upstairs and dress." Then the marchioness went upstairs to dress, and in about an hour the major arrived in his dog-cart.

He also was allowed to go upstairs to dress before anything was said to him about his great offence.
"Griselda is right," said the archdeacon, speaking to his wife out of his dressing-room.

"She always was right.

I never knew a young woman with more sense than Griselda." "But you do not mean to say that in any event you would stop Henry's income ?" Mrs.Grantly also was dressing, and made reply out of her bedroom.
"Upon my word, I don't know.

As a father I would do anything to prevent such a marriage as that." "But if he did marry her in spite of the threat?
And he would if he had once said so." "Is a father's word, then, to go for nothing; and a father who allows his son eight hundred a year?
If he told the girl that he would be ruined she couldn't hold him to it." "My dear, they'd know as well as I do, that you would give way after three months." "But why should I give way?
Good heavens--!" "Of course you'd give way, and of course we should have the young woman here, and of course we should make the best of it." The idea of having Grace Crawley as a daughter at the Plumstead Rectory was too much for the archdeacon, and he resented it by additional vehemence in the tone of his voice, and a nearer personal approach to the wife of his bosom.