“Oh, I see. Yes. Stupid of me. Died, I suppose, at your birth?”
“One after. One before.”
“How sad. Very eccentric, wasn’t she? Lady Griselda, I mean. I’ve heard that she was exceedingly—”
“She was.”
“But you got on with her? Must have done, of course, or she would not... Quite attached to you, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
“So nice! And you stayed with her until her death, and married immediately after? It was immediately after, was it not?”
“Several months.”
“So nice for you that you had Mr Beverley. He must be a proud man. Not many women would have given up so much. But I’m sure you never regret it?”
“Oh, but I do!” cried Grizel. “Often!”