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as well also as he knew of some other things; and this gave him, doubtless, the better measure of what took place before him and the keener consciousness of the quick look that, at a marked moment—though it was not absolutely meant for him any more than for his companion—Mrs. Grantham let him catch.
She smiled, but it had a gravity. "I think, you know, you ought to have told me before."
"Do you mean when I first got engaged? Well, it all took place so far away, and we really told, at home, so few people."
Oh, there might have been reasons; but it had not been quite right. "You were married at Stuttgart? That wasn't too far for my interest, at least, to reach."
"Awfully kind of you—and of course one knew you would be kind. But it wasn't at Stuttgart; it was over there, but quite in the country. We should have managed it in England but that her mother naturally wished to be present, yet was not in health to come. So it was really, you see, a sort of little hole-and-corner German affair."
This didn't in the least check Mrs. Grantham's claim, but it started a slight anxiety. "Will she be—a, then, German?"
Sutton knew her to know perfectly what Lady Gwyther would "be," but he had by this time, while their friend explained, his independent interest. "Oh dear, no! My father-in-law has never parted with the proud birthright of a Briton. But his wife, you see, holds an estate in Würtemberg from her mother, Countess Kremnitz, on which, with the awful condition of his English property, you know, they've found it for years a tremendous saving to live. So that though Valda was luckily born at home she has practically spent her life over there."
"Oh, I see." Then, after a slight pause, "Is Valda her pretty name?" Mrs. Grantham asked.
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