"Usually there are friends to rejoice; there is a mother or sisters, a father—some one who cares for a girl. They gather round her at an important moment of her life; but, Lady Lyons, in all the world there does not exist a more forlorn girl than I am. It would be mockery to summon acquaintances and call them friends. What do they know about me or about your son? I have thought, till I am tired of thinking, who there is to give me away. I can think of no one—I shall have to borrow a father for the occasion; and I cannot think where I shall find one."
"My dear Grace, you do say such odd things!"
"Do I? I am speaking the truth, perhaps that seems odd."
"I do not feel as if it would be a wedding at all."
"I hope it will be a wedding, though there are to be no guests; and, without guests to eat it, why have a wedding-cake?"
"To send some away, and the look of the thing. You don't seem to think of that."
"Who is to look? There is to be no one. I do not care for wedding-cake myself, though I love the almond-paste, and, if you eat some, you would be ill for weeks."
Lady Lyons was not to be consoled. She told Sir Albert (who was still detained in town), and he tried to sympathise with her. Then he spoke to Grace—
"If people came, not here, but to the church—you would not mind it?"
"How can I prevent people from going to church?"