It was at last decided that Grace should go to her friend at Allington, and to Allington she went.  She returned home for a day or two, and was persuaded by her mother to accept the invitation that had been given her.  At Hogglestock, while she was there, new troubles came up, of which something will shortly be told; but they were troubles in which Grace could give no assistance to her mother, and which, indeed, though they were in truth troubles, as will be seen, were so far beneficent that they stirred her father up to a certain action which was in itself salutary.  ‘I think it will be better that you should be away, dearest,’ said her mother, who now, for the first time, heard plainly what poor Grace had to tell about Major Grantly;—­Grace having, heretofore, barely spoken, in most ambiguous words, of Major Grantly as a gentleman whom she had met at Framley, and whom she had described as being ‘very nice’.

In old days, long ago, Lucy Robarts, the present Lady Lufton, sister of the Rev Mark Robarts, the parson of Framley, had sojourned for a while under Mrs Crawley’s roof at Hogglestock.  Peculiar circumstances, which need not, perhaps, be told here, had given occasion for the visit.  She had then resolved—­for her future destiny been known to her before she had left Mrs Crawley’s house—­that she would in coming days do much to befriend the family of her friend; but the doing of much had been very difficult.  And the doing of anything had come to be very difficult through a certain indiscretion on Lord Lufton’s part.  Lord Lufton had offered assistance, pecuniary assistance to Mr Crawley, which Mr Crawley had rejected with outspoken anger.  What was Lord Lufton to him that his lordship should dare to come to him with his paltry money in his hand?  But after a while, Lady Lufton, exercising some cunning in the operation of her friendship, had persuaded her sister-in-law at the Framley parsonage to have Grace Crawley over there as a visitor—­and there she had been during the summer holidays previous to the commencement of our story.  And there, at Framley, she had become acquainted with Major Grantly, who was staying with Lord Lufton at Framley Court.  She had then said something to her mother about Major Grantly, something ambiguous, something about his being ‘very nice’, and the mother had thought how great was the pity that her daughter, who was ‘nice’ too in her estimation, should have had so few of those adjuncts to assist her which come from full pockets.  She had thought no more about it then; but now she felt herself constrained to think more.  ’I don’t quite understand why he should have come to Miss Prettyman on Monday,’ said Grace, ‘because he hardly knows her at all.’

‘I suppose it was on business,’ said Mrs Crawley.

‘No, mamma, it was not on business.’

‘How can you tell, dear?’

’Because Miss Prettyman said it was—­to ask after me.  Oh, mamma, I must tell you.  I know he did like me.’