‘Of course she must come,’ said Mrs. Renton. ‘Mary, you must write a note for me. Say that the boys being here makes no difference, and that if she will come to luncheon and bring her friend----’ ‘But, godmamma, Mr. Ponsonby is coming,’ said Mary, while Ben took up the lamp, and stood like a monument, holding it in his hand. ‘Mr. Ponsonby will not eat her, I suppose,’ said Mrs. Renton; and then there was a pause. ‘But, godmamma,’ Mary resumed after that interval, ‘don’t you think so important a day as to-morrow is,--and so much as there will be going on----’ ‘Any stranger would be a bore,’ said Frank. ‘How are we to go and talk and be civil, when an hour more may see us set up or ruined----’ Here Alice plucked at his sleeve, indicating with a look of warning the stolid countenance of old Willis, who stood listening to everything. ‘If it would be any pleasure to grandmamma, I would attend to them,’ she said. ‘And I think it would be a very good thing for you all,’ said Mrs. Westbury, ‘and take your minds off yourselves a little. It is a blessing to have a stranger for that,--you are obliged to exert yourselves, and kept from brooding over one subject. I think your mother is quite right.’ ‘Let us have them,’ said Laurie. ‘What does it matter? Old Ponsonby is always late.’ ‘He will surely never be late on an occasion of such importance,’ said Laurence Westbury. Mrs. Renton looked from one to another with an anxious countenance, and they came round the sofa, glad of the little interruption to that family quiet which was almost too much blessedness. Ben, who said nothing, lighted up the circle in a curious Rembrandtish way, holding his lamp so as to screen his mother; and outside stood old Willis, erect as a soldier, with unmoved countenance, waiting for the answer. ‘Ben, what do you say?’ said Mrs. Renton, with all the earnestness of a last appeal. ‘That you must do just what you like, mother,’ said Ben. Upon which she wrung her hands in despair. ‘How can I tell what I shall like if none of you will advise me?’ she said. ‘I will attend to them, if grandmamma would like it,’ said Alice, coming to the head of the sofa. ‘And I am sure you would like it, dear grandmamma; it would give you something else to think of.’ ‘So it would, my dear,’ said Mrs. Renton, ready to cry; ‘and how I am to get through to-morrow without some assistance is more than I can tell.’ ‘It will take all your minds off the one subject,’ added Mrs. Westbury; ‘and of course there must always be luncheon. Mary, go and do what your aunt tells you. It will be good, my dears, for you all.’