So she went, whisking herself along the passages with a little run; and Mr. Grey, as he was shown into her ladyship's usual sitting-room, saw the skirt of her ladyship's dress as she whisked herself off towards her husband.
"I told you I should come," he said, with his ordinary sweet smile. "I told you that I should follow you, and here I am."
He took her hand, and held it, pressing it warmly. She hardly knew with what words first to address him, or how to get her hand back from him.
"I am very glad to see you,--as an old friend," she said; "but I hope--"
"Well;--you hope what?"
"I hope you have had some better cause for travelling than a desire to see me?"

Mr. Grey, when he was shown into her ladyship's sitting-room, saw the skirt of her ladyship's dress as she whisked herself off to her husband.
"I told you I should come," he said, with his ordinary sweet smile. "And here I am."
He took her hand, and held it, pressing it warmly. She hardly knew how to address him, or how to get her hand back.
"I am very glad to see you - as an old friend," she said; "but I hope-"
"You hope what?"
"I hope you have had some better cause for travelling than a desire to see me?"
