his horse up to the railing. "Mamma,
what am I to say to him?"

"Nay, dear; he is your own friend,--of your own making. You must say
what you think fit."

"You are not going?"

"I think we had better, dear." Then she went, and Jane with her, and
Jane opened the door for Major Grantly. Mr. Crawley himself was away,
at Hoggle End, and did not return till after Major Grantly had left
the parsonage. Jane, as she greeted the grand gentleman, whom she
had seen and no more than seen, hardly knew what to say to him.
When, after a minute's hesitation, she told him that Grace was in
there,--pointing to the sitting-room door, she felt that she had been
very awkward. Henry Grantly, however, did not, I think, feel her
awkwardness, being conscious of some small difficulties of his own.
When, however, he found that Grace was alone, the task before him at
once lost half its difficulties. "Grace," he said, "am I right to
come to you now?"

"I do not know," she said. "I cannot tell."

"Dearest Grace, there is no reason on earth now why you should not be
my wife."

"Is there not?"

"I know of none,--if you can love me. You saw my father?"

"Yes, I saw him."

"And you heard what he said?"

"I hardly remember what he said;--but he kissed me, and I thought he
was very kind."

What little attempt Henry Grantly then made, thinking that he could
not do better than follow closely the example of so excellent a
father, need not be explained with minuteness. But I think that his
first effort was not successful. Grace was embarrassed and retreated,
and it was not till she had been compelled to give a direct answer
to a direct question that she submitted to allow his arm round her
waist. But when she had answered that question she was almost more
humble than becomes a maiden who has just been wooed and won. A
maiden who has been wooed and won, generally thinks that it is she
who has conquered, and chooses to be triumphant accordingly. But
Grace was even mean enough to thank her lover. "I do not know why you
should be so good to me," she said.

"Because I love you," said he, "better than all the world."

"By why should you be so good to me as that? Why should you love me?
I am such a poor thing for a man like you to love."

"I have had the wit to see that you are not a poor thing, Grace;
and it is thus that I have earned my treasure. Some girls are poor
things, and some are rich treasures."

"If love can make me a treasure, I wi