She would write to her father at once,--to her father and Lady Macleod,--and would confess everything. She felt that she owed it to them that they should be told by herself that they had been right and that she had been wrong. Hitherto she had not mentioned to either of them the fact that Mr. Grey was with them in Switzerland. And, then, what must she do as to Lady Midlothian? As to Lady Midlothian, she would do nothing. Lady Midlothian, of course, would triumph;--would jump upon her, as Lady Glencora had once expressed it, with very triumphant heels,--would try to patronize her, or, which would be almost worse, would make a parade of her forgiveness. But she would have nothing to do with Lady Midlothian, unless, indeed, Mr. Grey should order it. Then she laughed at herself again with that inward laughter, and, rising from her seat, proceeded to walk down the hill to the hotel.
"Vanquished at last!" said Lady Glencora, as Alice entered the room.

She would write to her father at once, and to Lady Macleod, and would confess everything. As to Lady Midlothian, she would do nothing - unless, indeed, Mr. Grey should order it. Then she again laughed at herself inwardly, and rising from her seat, walked down the hill to the hotel.
"Vanquished at last!" said Lady Glencora, as Alice entered the room.
