Miss Grantly was monosyllabic, smiling, however, at every monosyllable; and Lucy found that nothing would occur to her at that moment worthy of being spoken.

There she sat, still and motionless, afraid to take up a book, and thinking in her heart how much happier she would have been at home at the parsonage.

She was not made for society; she felt sure of that; and another time she would let Mark and Fanny come to Framley Court by themselves.

And then the gentlemen came in, and there was another stir in the room.

Lady Lufton got up and bustled about; she poked the fire and shifted the candles, spoke a few words to Dr.Grantly, whispered something to her son, patted Lucy on the cheek, told Fanny, who was a musician, that they would have a little music, and ended by putting her two hands on Griselda's shoulders and telling her that the fit of her frock was perfect.