Yours truly,
A WELLWISHER.
Now it had happened that the embryo Mrs. Tickler's most intimate
bosom friend and confidante was known at Plumstead to live at
Littlebath, and it had also happened--most unfortunately--that
the embryo Mrs. Tickler, in the warmth of her neighbourly regard,
had written a friendly line to her friend Griselda Grantly,
congratulating her with all female sincerity on her splendid nuptials
with the Lord Dumbello.
"It is not her natural hand," said Mrs. Grantly, talking the matter
over with her husband, "but you may be sure it has come from her.
It is a part of the new Christianity which we learn day by day
from the palace teaching." But these things had some effect on the
archdeacon's mind. He had learned lately the story of Lady Julia Mac
Mull, and was not sure that his son-in-law--as ought to be about to
be--had been entirely blameless in that matter. And then in these
days Lord Dumbello made no great sign. Immediately on Griselda's
return to Plumstead he had sent her a magnificent present of
emeralds, which, however, had come to her direct from the jewellers,
and might have been--and probably was--ordered by his man of
business. Since that he had neither come, nor sent, nor written.
Griselda did not seem to be in any way annoyed by this absence of
the usual sign of love, and went on steadily with her great duties.
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