Grascour bowed and sighed. "She is to be married
this day week."
"Indeed!"
"To Mr. Harry Annesley."
"Oh-h-h! I remember the gentleman's name. I had thought--"
"Well, yes; there were objections, but they have luckily disappeared."
Though Mrs. Mountjoy was only as yet happy in a melancholy manner,
rejoicing with but bated joy at her girl's joys, she was too loyal to
say a word now against Harry Annesley.
"I should not have troubled you, but--"
"I am sure of that, M. Grascour; and we are both of us grateful to you
for your good opinion. I know very well how high is the honor which you
are doing Florence, and she will quite understand it. But you see the
thing is fixed; it's only a week." Florence was said, at the moment, to
be not at home, though she was up-stairs, looking at four dozen new
pocket-handkerchiefs which had just come from the pocket-handkerchief
merchant, with the letters F.A. upon them. She had much more pleasure in
looking at them than she would have had in listening to the
congratulations of M. Grascour.
"He's a very good man, no doubt, mamma; a deal better, perhaps, than
Harry." That, however, was not her true opinion. "But one can't marry
all the good men."
There was almost more trouble taken down at Buston about Harry's
marriage than his sister's, though Harry was to be married at
Cheltenham; and only his father, and one of his sisters as a bride's
maid, were to go down to assist upon the occasion.
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