He had then left the room when she began to talk about Miss Grantly; and once again in the course of the evening, when his mother, not very judiciously, said a word or two about Griselda's beauty, he had remarked that she was no conjurer, and would hardly set the Thames on fire.

"If she were a conjurer," said Lady Lufton, rather piqued, "I should not now be going to take her out in London.

I know many of those sort of girls whom you call conjurers; they can talk for ever, and always talk either loudly or in a whisper.

I don't like them, and I am sure that you do not in your heart." "Oh, as to liking them in my heart--that is being very particular." "Griselda Grantly is a lady, and as such I shall be happy to have her with me in town.

She is just the girl that Justinia will like to have with her." "Exactly," said Lord Lufton.