every hope that she will fall into our ways very soon; is there not?'
'Oh, of course there is hope,' said Gran, with an emphasis that was the reverse of hopeful; 'and there is hope, too, that she will ultimately fall into our way of speaking: her own "mannerisms," in that respect, are just a little too marked. Oh, yes, there is hope; there is hope.'
Lady Bligh said no more; she seemed to have no more to say. Observing this, Granville consulted his watch, said something about an engagement in town, and went to the door.
'Going to London?' said Lady Bligh. 'You might have gone with them, I think.'
'I think not,' said Granville. 'I should have been out of place. They were going to Madame Tussaud's, or the Tower of London, or the Zoological Gardens—I don't know which—perhaps to all three. But the Bride will tell us all about it this evening and how the sights of London compare with the sights of Melbourne; we may look forward to that; and, till then—good-bye.'
So Lady Bligh was once more alone. She did not at once resume her correspondence,
