her thoughts at the moment to that side of the subject.  She knew without thinking of it—­or fancied that she knew, that there were means sufficient for comfortable living.  It was solely the nature and character of the man that was in her mind, and the sufficiency that was to be found in them for a wife’s happiness.  But her daughter, her Lily, had come across a man who was a scoundrel, and, as the consequence of that meeting, all her life was marred!  Could any credit be given to Grace for her success, or any blame attached to Lily for her failure.  Surely not the latter!  How was her girl to have guarded herself from a love so unfortunate, or have avoided the rock on which her vessel had been shipwrecked?  Then many bitter thoughts passed through Mrs Dale’s mind, and she almost envied Grace Crawley her lover.  Lily was contented to remain as she was, but Lily’s mother could not bring herself to be satisfied that her child should fill a lower place in the world than other girls.  It had ever been her idea—­an ideal probably never absolutely uttered even to herself, but not the less practically conceived—­that it is the business of a woman to be married.  That her Lily should have been won and not worn, had been, and would be, a trouble to her for ever.

Major Grantly went back to the inn and saw his horse fed, and smoked a cigar, and then, finding that it was still only just one o’clock, he started off for a walk.  He was careful not to go out of Allington by the road he had entered it, as he had no wish to encounter Grace and her friend on their return to the village; so he crossed a little brook which runs at the bottom of the hill on which the chief street of Allington is built, and turned into a field-path to the left as soon as he had got beyond the houses.  Not knowing the geography of the place he did not understand that by taking that path he was making his way back to the squire’s house; but it was so; and after sauntering on for about a mile and crossing back again over the stream, of which he took no notice, he found himself leaning across a gate, and looking into a paddock on the other side of which was the high wall of a gentleman’s garden.  To avoid this he went on a little farther and found himself on a farm road, and before he could retrace his steps so as not to be seen, he met a gentleman whom he presumed to be the owner of the house.  It was the squire surveying his home farm, as was his daily custom; but Major Grantly had not perceived that the house must of necessity be Allington House, having been aware that he had passed the entrance to the place, as he entered the village on the other side.  ‘I’m afraid I’m intruding,’ he said, lifting his hat.  ’I came up the path yonder, not knowing that it would lead me so close to a gentleman’s house.’

‘There’s a right of way through the fields on to the Guestwick road,’ said the squire, ’and therefore you are not trespassing in any sense; but we are not particular about such things down here, and you would be very welcome if there were no right of way.  If you are a stranger, perhaps you would like to see the outside of the old house.  People think it picturesque.’