CHAPTER VIII.
Lady Lyons was in a great state of excitement about Grace's wedding. She had large ideas as to what was the right thing to do; and she never for one moment thought that upon an occasion of this kind Grace would be wilful or obstinate. That she was peculiar she knew; but she had no idea she would indulge in peculiar ideas about a wedding, and that wedding her own.
Grace would have no wedding-cake, no breakfast (in that sense), and no fuss, no bridesmaids. It was to be by special licence, and quiet as quiet could be.
"But why, my dear?"
"Because there is no one to ask."
"We have plenty of acquaintances. I know many people, and it is unusual to have a wedding in a corner this way."
"I don't know about a corner—I am to be married in church."
"You know what I mean, Grace; and it is my only son."
"I am sorry you have not got more sons, if you wish it, Lady Lyons."
Then suddenly she knelt down beside her and said earnestly—