One trivial question I remember putting to Clarence that Sunday morning. "What was the mystery of the `black curtain'?" He smiled. "Oh, an arrangement of some gymnastic kind, which it had been hoped might be of service to poor Caryll's crippled leg." My next visit to London, though again under my godmother's auspices, had a definite object--the choosing of my _trousseau_. Clarence has been my husband for--ah, I must not say how many years! Lady Bretton was not pleased at first, but she "came round" by degrees, and now--she is _quite_ an old lady, but a very pretty and alert one--she is more than proud of the great name he has won for himself, and always ready to say that her godchild's is one of the happiest marriages she has ever known. One exception--no, one addition I may make to this. My Isabel became my sister-in-law, and Jocelyn and she are our life-long and dearest friends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The End. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Grim House, by Mrs. Molesworth