"O, if you please, Mr. Armstrong," she said, "I did not like to worry Lady
Laura, but I would so much rather go home alone in a fly."
"Nonsense! the Grangers can take you. You could have Laura's brougham, of
course; but if she wants you to go with the Grangers, you must go. Her word
is law; and she's sure to ask me about it by-and-by. She's a wonderful
woman; thinks of everything."
They met Mr. and Miss Granger presently, dressed for the journey.
"O, if you please, Granger, I want you to take Miss Lovel home in your
carriage. You've plenty of 'room, I know."
Sophia looked as if she would have liked to say that there was no room, but
her father's face quite flushed with pleasure.
"I shall be only too happy," he said, "if Miss Lovel will trust herself to
our care."
"And perhaps you'll explain toiler father what has happened, and how sorry
we are to lose her, and so on."
"Certainly, my dear Armstrong. I shall make a point of seeing Mr. Lovel in
order to do so."
So Clarissa had a seat in Mr. Granger's luxurious carriage, the proprietor
whereof sat opposite to her, admiring the pale patrician face, and
wondering a little what that charm was which made it seem to him more
beautiful than any other countenance he had ever looked upon. They did not
talk much, Mr. Granger only making a few stereotyped remarks about the
uncertainties of this life, or occasionally pointing out some feature of
the landscape to Clarissa.
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