ly in this coming marriage; but still it became his duty to say a word of congratulation to his granddaughter, and perhaps to say a word of advice.
"Grizzy, my dear," he said to her—he always called her Grizzy, but the endearment of the appellation had never been appreciated by the young lady—"come and kiss me, and let me congratulate you on your great promotion. I do so very heartily."
"Thank you, grandpapa," she said, touching his forehead with her lips, thus being, as it were, very sparing with her kiss. But those lips now were august and reserved for nobler foreheads than that of an old cathedral hack; for Mr. Harding still chanted the Litany from Sunday to Sunday, unceasingly, standing at that well-known desk in the cathedral choir, and Griselda had a thought in her mind that when the Hartletop people should hear of the practice, they would not be delighted. Dean and archdeacon might be very well, and if her grandfather had even been a prebendary she might have put up with him; but he had, she thought, almost disgraced his family in being, at his age, one of the working menial clergy of the cathedral. She kissed him, therefore, sparingly, and resolved that her words with him should be few.
"You are going to be a great lady, Grizzy," said he.
"Umph!" said she.
What was she to say when so addressed?
"And I hope you will be happy—and make others happy."
"I hope I shall," said she.
"But always think most about the latter, my dear. Think about the happiness of those around you, and your own will come without thinking. You understand that, do you not?"
"Oh yes, I understand," she said.
As they were speaking Mr. Harding still held her hand, but Griselda left it with him unwillingly, and therefore ungraciously, looking as though she were dragging it from him.
"And, Grizzy, I believe it is quite as easy for a rich countess to be happy as for a dairy-maid—"
Griselda gave her head a little chuck, which was produced by two different operations of her mind. The first was a reflection that her grandpapa was robbing her of her