"Have you had a pleasant evening?" Lady Lufton said, when she and Griselda were seated together with their feet on the fender of her ladyship's dressing-room. Lady Lufton had especially invited her guest into this, her most private sanctum, to which, as a rule, none had admittance but her daughter, and sometimes Fanny Robarts. But to what sanctum might not such a daughter-in-law as Griselda have admittance?
"Oh yes—very," said Griselda.
"It seemed to me that you bestowed most of your smiles on Ludovic." And Lady Lufton put on a look of good pleasure that such should have been the case.
"Oh! I don't know," said Griselda; "I did dance with him two or three times."
"Not once too often to please me, my dear. I like to see Ludovic dancing with my friends."
"I am sure I am very much obliged to you, Lady Lufton."
"Not at all, my dear. I don't know where he could get so nice a partner." And then she paused a moment, not feeling how far she might go. In the mean time Griselda sat still, staring at the hot coals. "Indeed, I know that he admires you very much," continued Lady Lufton.
"Oh no, I am sure he doesn't," said Griselda; and then there was another pause.
"I can only say this," said Lady Lufton, "that if he does do so—and I believe he does—it would give me very great pleasure; for you know, my dear, that I am very fond of you myself."
"Oh! thank you," said Griselda, and stared at the coals more perseveringly than before.
"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 any thing 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 any thing 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
