There was so much money owing to Grace, she said; money for this, money for that, money for anything or nothing! Ten pounds would hardly clear the account.

"Nobody owes me anything; but if you'll lend me five shillings!" said Grace, in her agony.

Miss Prettyman, as she made her way through this difficulty, thought of Major Grantly and his love.

It would have been of no use, she knew.

Had she brought them together on that Monday, Grace would have said nothing to him.
Indeed such a meeting at such a time would have been improper.
But, regarding Major Grantly, as she did, in the light of a millionaire,--for the wealth of the archdeacon was notorious,--she could not but think it a pity that poor Grace should be begging for five shillings.