way simply by finding her in distress. "It is all over now."
But Mrs Davilow had withdrawn her arms, and Gwendolen perceived a letter in her hand.
"What is that letter?—worse news still?" she asked, with a touch of bitterness.
"I don't know what you will think it, dear," said Mrs Davilow, keeping the letter in her hand. "You will hardly guess where it comes from."
"Don't ask me to guess anything," said Gwendolen, rather impatiently, as if a bruise were being pressed.
"It is addressed to you, dear."
Gwendolen gave the slightest perceptible toss of the head.
"It comes from Diplow," said Mrs Davilow, giving her the letter.
She knew Grandcourt's indistinct handwriting, and her mother was not surprised to see her blush deeply; but watching her as she read, and wondering much what was the purport of the letter, she saw the colour die out. Gwendolen's lips even were pale as she turned the open note towards her mother. The words were few and formal.
"Mr Grandcourt presents his compliments to Miss Harleth, and begs to know whether he may
