"The one thing
I can't get over, Launce, is distressing papa. If he had been hard on
me--as some fathers are--I shouldn't mind." She suddenly brightened, as
if she saw her position in a new light. "Why should you hurry me?" she
asked. "I am going to dine at my aunt's to-day, and you are coming in
the evening. Give me time! Wait till to-night."
Launce instantly entered his protest against wasting a moment longer.
Lady Winwood opened her lips to support him. They were both silenced at
the same moment by the appearance of one of Mrs. Sancroft's servants,
opening the gate of the square.
Lady Winwood went forward to meet the man. A suspicion crossed her mind
that he might be bringing bad news.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I beg your pardon, my lady--the housekeeper said you were walking here
with Miss Graybrooke. A telegram for Miss Graybrooke."
Lady Winwood took the telegram from the man's hand; dismissed him, and
went back with it to Natalie. Natalie opened it nervously. She read
the message--and instantly changed.
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