My lady was all graciousness: just as much so that morning as she used to be. Perhaps the sight of Mrs. Layne put her in mind of the old days when she was herself suffering trouble in a widow's cap, and not knowing how matters would turn out for her, or how they would not. She told Mrs. Layne that she had, unthinkingly, bid her servants that morning drive to _Mr. Layne's!_ and it was only when she saw Mrs. Layne at the window in her widow's cap, that she remembered the mistake. She talked of her son Geoffry, praising his worth and his goodness; she bade Mrs. Layne to the _fête_ on the 20th, saying she must come and bring her two daughters, and she would take no denial. And Mrs. Layne, curtsying again--which did not become her, for she was short and stout--opened the front-door to her ladyship with her own hands, and stood there curtsying until the carriage had dashed away. "We'll go on the 20th," she said to her daughters. "I didn't like to say nay to her ladyship; and I should be glad to see what the young heir's like. He was as pretty a boy as you'd wish to see. There'll no doubt be some people there of our own condition that we can mix with, and it will be in the open air: so we shan't feel strange." But when the day arrived, and they had reached the Grange, it seemed that they felt very strange. Whether amidst the crowds they did not find any of their "own condition," or that none were there, Mrs. Layne did not know. Once, they came near Lady Chavasse. Lady Chavasse, surrounded by a bevy of people that Mrs. Layne took to be lords and ladies--and perhaps she was right--bowed distantly, and waved her hand, as much as to say, "Make yourselves at home, but don't trouble me:" and Mrs. Layne curtsyed herself to a respectful distance. It was a fine bright day, very warm; and she sat on a bench in the park with her daughters, listening to the band, looking at the company, and wondering which was the heir. Some hours seemed to pass in this way, and gradually the grounds grew deserted. People were eating and drinking in a distant tent--the lords and ladies Mrs. Layne supposed, and she did not presume to venture amongst them. Presently a young man approached, who had observed from a distance the solitary group. A fat old lady in widow's mourning; and the younger ones in pretty white bonnets and new black silks. "Will you allow me to take you where you will find some refreshment?" he said, raising his hat, and addressing Mrs. Layne.