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Dominick looked at him, said in a voice that would have flared even the warm ashes of manhood into a furious blaze: "Go and shake hands with Senator Sayler, Croffut, and sit down." Croffut advanced, smiling. "I am fit for my company," thought I as I let him clasp my hand. "Better tilt Granby's ghost out of that chair, Croffut," said Dominick, as the ex-Senator was seating himself.
Granby's understanding, manners, and temper in a most advantageous and amiable light, Griselda was mortified beyond measure. She could scarcely bear to hear Emma's name mentioned. "She that can please, is certain to persuade, To-day is lov'd, to-morrow is obey'd." A few days after the reading party, Griselda was invited to spend an evening at Mrs. Granby's.
Nettleby's declamatory style, our heroine walked out to refresh herself. She followed a pleasant path in a field near the house, and came to a shady lane, where she heard Mr. and Mrs. Granby's voices. She went towards the place. There was a turn in the lane, and a thick hedge of hawthorn prevented them from being immediately seen. As she approached, she heard Mr.
"Granby's Craze" had at first excited a good deal of astonishment when it became known at the office; but Lawrence had quietly discouraged any attempts at "chaff" on the subject, and as time went on he used to be greeted by really warm inquiries after "the little chap." The hours passed slowly by.
Granby's; she was all duty, for she knew the show of it was the most provoking thing upon earth to a husband, at least to such a husband as hers. She therefore persisted in this line of conduct, till she made her victim at last exclaim "I love thee and hate thee, but if I can tell The cause of my love and my hate, may I die. I can feel it, alas!
"Dressed, my dear?" said he. "Ready, my love!" said she. "Shall I ring the bell for your carriage, my dear?" said the husband. "If you please. You go with me, my dear?" said the wife. "I do not know where you are going, my love." "To Mrs. Nettleby's of course, and you?" "To Mrs. Granby's." The lightning flashed from Griselda's eyes, ere he had half pronounced the words.
Another pedigree was that of Ruby, who is credited with a numerous progeny, as she was by Raytor out of Mr. Stapleton's Cruel by Sailor, a son of Lord Granby's Sailor by Mr. Noel's Victor. This shows well how seriously Foxhound breeding was gone into before the middle of the eighteenth century.
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