"He is a young man of a most excellent disposition--though he is my
own son, I will say that--and if there should be anything between you
and him--"
"There isn't, indeed, Lady Lufton."
"But if there ever should be, I should be delighted to think that
Ludovic had made so good a choice."
"But there will never be anything of the sort, I'm sure, Lady Lufton.
He is not thinking of such a thing in the least."
"Well, perhaps he may, some day. And now, good night, my dear."
"Good night, Lady Lufton." And Griselda kissed her with the utmost
composure, and betook herself to her own bedroom. Before she retired
to sleep she looked carefully to her different articles of dress,
discovering what amount of damage the evening's wear and tear might
have inflicted.
CHAPTER XXI
Why Puck, the Pony, Was Beaten
Mark Robarts returned home the day after the scene at the Albany,
considerably relieved in spirit. He now felt that he might accept
the stall without discredit to himself as a clergyman in doing so.
Indeed, after what Mr. Sowerby had said, and after Lord Lufton's
assent to it, it would have been madness, he considered, to decline
it. And then, too, Mr. Sowerby's promise about the bills was very
comfortable to him. After all, might it not be possible that he might
get rid of all these troubles with no other drawback than that of
having to pay L130 for a horse that was well worth the money?
On the day after his return he received proper authentic tidings of
his presentation to the prebend.
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