Grandly, Mr. Burnett's intimate friend and solicitor. They
returned through the park, hardly speaking at all, Emily absent-minded as
usual, waving her parasol occasionally at a passing butterfly. The grass
was warm and beautiful to look on, and they lingered, prolonging the walk.
It was very good of Mr. Grandly to accompany them back; he might have gone
on straight to the station, so Julia thought, and she was surprised indeed
when, instead of bidding them good-bye at the front door, he said--
'Before I return to London I have a communication to make to both you
ladies. Will it suit you to come into the drawing-room with me?'
'Perfectly, so far as I'm concerned; and you, Emily?'
'Oh, I've nothing to do; but if it is about business, Julia will
attend----'
'I think you had better be present, Miss Watson.'
Mr. Grandly was a tall, massive man with benevolent features; his bald,
pink skull was partly covered with one lock of white hair. There was an
anxious look in his pale, deep-set eyes which impressed Julia, and she
said: 'I hope this communication you have to make to us is not of a painful
nature. We have----'
'Yes, Mrs. Bentley, I know that you have been severely tried lately, but
there is no help for it.
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