The chariot to take the bride and bridegroom was waiting at the door, and here the "Good-byes" were said.
Mrs. Travers felt Griselda's clinging arms round her as she whispered:
"I will try to be a good daughter to you, madam. I pray you love me a little, for his sake!"
"I love you for your own, my child," was the reply; "and I will cherish and comfort this little one till we meet again"—for poor Norah was convulsed with weeping, and only the promise of a home at the Grange with her sister could console her.
And so the curtain falls, and the bridegroom and the bride pass out of our sight; but we must take one farewell look at them when years have gone by, and see how the promise of their early love had been fulfilled.
CHAPTER XIX.
TEN YEARS LATER—1790.
There is no country, however flat and uninteresting, which does not respond to the glory of a real English summer's day.
The moated Grange, near Louth, was no exception to the rule. The moat itself had been drained, and was now covered with turf, and studded with countless daisies, with their golden eyes looking up into the blue, clear sky.