Of all her brothers and sisters, her eldest brother, Patrick, was her closest friend, and, when he became one of the Prince of Orange’s Guards, Grisell had extra labours, for the Guards wore little point-lace cravats and cuffs, and many a night she sat up to have these in such perfect order that no dandy officer in the service could compete with the young Scottish soldier.  An added happiness to those happy, busy days came to Grisell through her brother’s fellow-guardsman and greatest friend, for George Baillie, the lad she first met in the Tolbooth, gave his heart to her that day within the gloomy prison walls, and they were lovers still when, after forty-eight years of married life, death came to part them.

With the accession of the Prince of Orange the merry, light-hearted days in Holland came to an end.  There was probably no poorer Scottish family to be found in all Holland.  There was certainly no happier one.  When they came home they were prosperous once again, and honours were showered upon Sir Patrick Home.  Grisell was asked to become a maid of honour to the Princess but she preferred to go back to the quiet country life at Redbraes.  Already, during their least prosperous days, Grisell’s beauty and charm had made at least two Berwickshire gentlemen “of fortune and character” beg for her hand, and it was to her parents’ regret that she refused them both, because her heart was already in the keeping of a penniless guardsman in the Dutch service.  Only poverty kept them apart, and when King William gave back to George Baillie his lands, there was no other obstacle in the way, and they were married forthwith.  They were man and wife for forty-eight years, “in all of which time,” writes their daughter, “I have often heard my mother declare that they never had the shadow of a quarrel, or misunderstanding, or dryness betwixt them—­not for a moment”; and that, “to the last of his life, she felt the same ardent and tender love and affection for him, and the same desire to please him in the smallest trifle that she had at their first acquaintance.”  To the day his last illness began, her husband never went out without her going to the window to watch him till he was out of sight of those kind, bright, beautiful eyes, through which shone as beautiful a soul as any that ever made the earth a better and a happier place for having been in it.

Grisell Home was Lady Grisell Baillie when, in 1703, her mother died.

“Where is Grisell,” she asked, almost with her latest breath.  And when Lady Grisell came and held her hand the old lady said, “My dear Grisell, blessed be you above all, for a helpful child you have been to me.”