"You must not be surprised, or allow yourself to be frightened."
"Oh, Mrs. Robarts, who is it?"
"It is Major Grantly's father."
"The archdeacon?"
"Yes, dear; Archdeacon Grantly. He is in the drawing-room."
"Must I see him, Mrs. Robarts?"
"Well, Grace,—I think you must. I hardly know how you can refuse. He is an intimate friend of everybody here at Framley."
"What will he say to me?"
"Nay; that I cannot tell. I suppose you know—"
"He has come, no doubt, to bid me have nothing to say to his son. He need not have troubled himself. But he may say what he likes. I am not a coward, and I will go to him."