Granger could grow weary of the house that he
had beautified.
"I am not tired of the Court," Clarissa answered with a sad smile. "There
are too many recollections to make it dear to me."
Daniel Granger's face flushed ever so slightly at this speech.
It was the past, then, and not the present, that rendered the place dear to
her.
"I could never grow tired of Arden," she went on; "but I think it will be
very nice to spend a winter in Paris."
"Lady Laura Armstrong has put that notion into your head, no doubt," said
Miss Granger, with the faintest suspicion of a sneer. She was not very
warmly attached to the lady of Hale Castle nowadays, regarding her as the
chief promoter of Mr. Granger's marriage.
"Lady Laura has said that they enjoyed themselves very much in Paris the
winter before last," Clarissa answered frankly; "and has promised me plenty
of introductions. She even promises that she and Mrs. Armstrong will come
over for a week or two, while we are there."
"And poor Lady Geraldine Challoner?"
Miss Granger always exhibited a profound pity for Lady Geraldine, and never
lost any opportunity of dwelling upon Mr. Fairfax's bad conduct.
"No; I don't suppose Lady Geraldine would go with them," Clarissa answered,
colouring a little. The name of Geraldine Challoner was always painful to
her. "She doesn't care about going anywhere."
"Perhaps she would not care to run the risk of meeting Mr.
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