"I think she might have waited a minute," said Lady Lufton.
"But why, mother? There are certain things for which no one ever
waits: to give a friend, for instance, the first passage through a
gate out hunting, and such like. Miss Grantly was quite right to take
the first that offered." Lady Lufton had determined to learn what was
to be the end of this scheme of hers. She could not have Griselda
always with her, and if anything were to be arranged it must be
arranged now, while both of them were in London. At the close of the
season Griselda would return to Plumstead, and Lord Lufton would
go--nobody as yet knew where. It would be useless to look forward to
further opportunities. If they did not contrive to love each other
now, they would never do so. Lady Lufton was beginning to fear that
her plan would not work, but she made up her mind that she would
learn the truth then and there--at least as far as her son was
concerned.
"Oh, yes; quite so;--if it is equal to her with which she dances,"
said Lady Lufton.
"Quite equal, I should think--unless it be that Dumbello is
longer-winded than I am."
"I am sorry to hear you speak of her in that way, Ludovic."
"Why sorry, mother?"
"Because I had hoped--that you and she would have liked each other.
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