be at his club, and at the House of Lords, and in twenty places."
"He is very fond of going to parties, and he dances beautifully."
"I am sure he does. I have seen as much as that myself, and I think I know some one with whom he likes to dance." And the mother gave her daughter a loving little squeeze.
"Do you mean me, mamma?"
"Yes, I do mean you, my dear. And is it not true? Lady Lufton says that he likes dancing with you better than with any one else in London."
"I don't know," said Griselda, looking down upon the ground.
Mrs. Grantly thought that this, upon the whole, was rather a good opening. It might have been better. Some point of interest more serious in its nature than that of a waltz might have been found on which to connect her daughter's sympathies with those of her future husband. But any point of interest was better than none; and it is so difficult to find points of interest in persons who by their nature are not impulsive.
"Lady Lufton says so, at any rate," continued Mrs. Grantly, ever so cautiously. "She thinks that Lord Lufton likes no partner better. What do you think yourself, Griselda?"
"I don't know, mamma."
"But young ladies must think of such things, must they not?"
"Must they, mamma?"
"I suppose they do, don't they? The truth is, Griselda, that Lady Lufton thinks that if— Can you guess what it is she thinks?"
"No, mamma." But that was a fib on Griselda's part.
"She thinks that my Griselda would make the best possible wife in the world for her son; and I think so too. I think that her son will be a very fortunate man if he can get such a wife. And now what do you think, Griselda?"
"I don't think any thing, mamma."
But that would not do. It was absolutely necessary that she should think, and absolutely necessary that her mother should tell her so. Such a degree of unimpulsivness as this would lead to—heaven knows what results! Lufton-
