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They floated away from Griselda's hands and settled themselves, this time, at one end of a beautiful little grass plot or lawn, just below the terrace where grew the large-leaved plant. This was evidently their dining-room, for no sooner were they in their place than butterflies of every kind and colour came pouring in, in masses, from all directions.
"For now and then there comes a day When everything goes wrong." Griselda's cold was much better by "to-morrow morning." In fact, I might almost say it was quite well.
Long ago had Griselda won the hearts of the people by her gentle manners, her sweet, sad face, her patient ways. If Walter's heart had not been made of senseless stone, he would now have been content. But in his scheming brain he had conceived one final test, one trial more, from which, if Griselda's patience came out unmoved, it would place her as the pearl of women, high above compare.
Yet he did not look poor, and his face, when at last he lifted it, was mild and intelligent and very earnest. While Griselda was watching him closely there came a soft tap at the door, and a little girl danced into the room. The dearest little girl you ever saw, and so funnily dressed! Her thick brown hair, rather lighter than Griselda's, was tied in two long plaits down her back.
Madame had left before the end of Griselda's orders; but she followed her to the door, and delivered her last sentence as Madame was stepping into her carriage. She was furious at the truths so uncompromisingly told her, and still more so at the woman who had been their mouthpiece. "A creature whom I have made! actually made!" she almost screamed. "She would be out at service today but for me!
Immediately on Griselda's return to Plumstead he had sent her a magnificent present of emeralds, which, however, had come to her direct from the jewellers, and might have been and probably was ordered by his man of business. Since that he had neither come, nor sent, nor written.
"So we had better go back to Plumstead," he said; and she had not dissented. "I am sorry for poor Griselda's sake," Mrs. Grantly had remarked later in the evening, when they were again together. "But I thought she was to remain with Lady Lufton?" "Well; so she will, for a little time. There is no one with whom I would so soon trust her out of my own care as with Lady Lufton.
"For now and then there comes a day When everything goes wrong." Griselda's cold was much better by "to-morrow morning." In fact, I might almost say it was quite well.
For Griselda's childhood among the troop of noisy brothers had taught her one lesson she was afraid of nothing. Or rather perhaps I should say she had never learnt that there was anything to be afraid of! And is there? "Little girl, thou must thy part fulfil, If we're to take kindly to ours: Then pull up the weeds with a will, And fairies will cherish the flowers."
She would have said, indeed, she often had said, to the archdeacon that Griselda's religious principles were too firmly fixed to be moved by outward worldly matters; signifying, it may be, her conviction that that teaching of Plumstead Episcopi had so fastened her daughter into a groove, that all the future teaching of Hartlebury would not suffice to undo the fastenings.
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