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"I cannot say," he answered.
CHAPTER VIII.
Lady Lyons was in a great state of excitement about Grace's wedding. She had large ideas as to what was the right thing to do; and she never for one moment thought that upon an occasion of this kind Grace would be wilful or obstinate. That she was peculiar she knew; but she had no idea she would indulge in peculiar ideas about a wedding, and that wedding her own.
Grace would have no wedding-cake, no breakfast (in that sense), and no fuss, no bridesmaids. It was to be by special licence, and quiet as quiet could be.
"But why, my dear?"
"Because there is no one to ask."
"We have plenty of acquaintances. I know many people, and it is unusual to have a wedding in a corner this way."
"I don't know about a corner--I am to be married in church."
"You know what I mean, Grace; and it is my only son."
"I am sorry you have not got more sons, if you wish it, Lady Lyons."
Then suddenly she knelt down beside her and said earnestly--
"Usually there are friends to rejoice; there is a mother or sisters, a father--some one who cares for a girl. They gather round her at an important moment of her life; but, Lady Lyons, in all the world there does not exist a more forlorn girl than I am. It would be mockery to summon acquaintances and call them friends. What do they know about me or about your son? I have thought, till I am tired of thinking, who there is to give me away. I can think of no one--I shall have to borrow a father for the occasion; and I cannot think where I shall find one."
"My dear Grace, you do say such odd things!"
"Do I? I am speaking the truth, perhaps that seems odd."
"I do not feel as if it would be a wedding at all."
"I hope it will be a wedding, though there are to be no guests; and, without guests to eat it, why have a wedding-cake?"
"To send some away, and the look of the thing. You don't seem to think of that."
"Who is to look? There is to be no one. I do not care for wedding-cake myself, though I love the almond-paste, and, if you eat some, you would be ill for weeks."
Lady Lyons was not to be consoled. She told Sir Albert (who was still detained in town), and he tried to sympathise with her. Then he spoke to Grace--
"If people came, not here, but to the church--you would not mind it?"
"How can I prevent people from going to church?"
"And who is to give you away?"
"I do not know; I have told Lady Lyons I intend borrowing a father for the occasion."
"How would Sir Jacob do?"
"They have never been near us, though they made such a fuss about us. Of course, it is not _his_ fault--still I will not ask him."
"It would be kinder to think of some one, and so please Lady Lyons."
"But, kind or not kind, I cannot think of any one."
"There is some one I know; he is very kind, and it would be pleasanter for you."
"It would be much better if I knew some one. I think girls are to be envied who have relations and friends; I have none."
"If I find some one will you be nice about it?"
"I will be very nice: as nice as I know to be. Lady Lyons would like some one a little before the world. She thinks Paul's wedding a very important thing."
"If I can I will arrange about it. I was so provoked about not getting away, now I am glad."
"Yes, I am Margaret's sister."
"You say she is not coming?"
"She offered and I declined. Where was the use of a long journey? I am going north afterwards."
"And you are to write to me?"
"If Paul is not jealous," and she laughed.
Then he said good-bye.
That evening Lady Lyons sat worrying herself a good deal about everything in general, and this impending difficulty in particular, when a note to Grace was brought in. It was from the d.u.c.h.ess.
"DEAR MISS RIVERS,
"My nephew says that, owing to your sister's absence, you would like to be befriended a little on your wedding-day. The Duke begs me to say that he will give you away with pleasure, and, as Lady Lyons is the young man's mother, I will call and take you to church.
"How wise you are to have no bridesmaids or breakfast. I wish other girls were as sensible. Believe me, dear Miss Rivers,
"Yours truly,
"KATHERINE MALLINGTON."
Grace gave the note to Lady Lyons without comment.
"Her Grace's servant waits to see if there is any answer," said the waiter, very respectfully.
Grace wrote,
"DEAR d.u.c.h.eSS OF MALLINGTON,
