But, tell me, Major Grantly, what is to become of the family ?" "Heaven knows!" "Is it not sad?
And that eldest girl is so nice! They tell me that she is perfect,--not only in beauty, but in manners and accomplishments.

Everybody says that she talks Greek just as well as she does English, and that she understands philosophy from the top to the bottom." "At any rate, she is so good and so lovely that one cannot but pity her now," said the major.
"You know her, then, Major Grantly?
By-the-by, of course you do, as you were staying with her at Framley." "Yes, I know her." "What is to become of her?
I'm going your way.

You might as well get into the carriage, and I'll drive you home.

If he is sent to prison,--and they say he must be sent to prison,--what is to become of them ?" Then Major Grantly did get into the carriage, and, before he got out again, he had told Mrs.Thorne the whole story of his love.
She listened to him with the closest attention; only interrupting him now and then with little words, intended to signify her approval.
He, as he told his tale, did not look her in the face, but sat with his eyes fixed upon her muff.

"And now," he said, glancing up at her almost for the first time as he finished his speech, "and now, Mrs.
Thorne, what am I to do ?" "Marry her, of course," said she, raising her hand aloft and bringing it down heavily upon his knee as she gave her decisive reply.
"H--sh--h," he exclaimed, looking back in dismay towards the servants.
"Oh, they never hear anything up there.