'I don't think he would feel anything about that,' said Mrs Grantly.

'I daresay not,' said Lady Hartletop.

'I am sure he ought to feel it,' said the father. They were all silent,
and sat looking at the fire.

'I suppose, papa, you allow Henry an income,' said Lady Hartletop, after
a while.

'Indeed I do--eight hundred a year.'

'Then I think I should tell him that that must depend upon his conduct.
Mamma, if you won't mind ringing the bell, I will send for Cecile, and
go upstairs and dress.' Then the marchioness went upstairs to dress, and
in about an hour the major arrived in his dogcart. He was also allowed
to go upstairs to dress before anything was said to him about his great
offence.

'Griselda is right,' said the archdeacon, speaking to his wife out of
his dressing-room. 'She is always right. I never knew a young woman with
more sense than Griselda.'

'But you do not mean to say that in any event you would stop Henry's
income?' Mrs Grantly was also dressing and made reply out of her
bedroom.

'Upon my word, I don't know. As a father I would do anything to prevent
such a marriage as that.'