The next day after lunch Ethel said she was going to walk down to Gramercy Park and spend an hour or two with her grandmother, and "Will you send the carriage for me at five o'clock?" she asked.
"Your father has ordered the carriage to be at the Holland House at five o'clock. It can call for you first, and then go to the Holland House. But do not keep your father waiting. If he is not at the entrance give your card to the outside porter; he will have it sent up to Fred's apartments."
"Then father is calling on Fred? What for? Is he sick?"
"Oh, no, business of some kind. I hope you will have a pleasant walk."
"There is no doubt of it."
Indeed, she was radiant with its exhilaration when she reached Gramercy Park. As she ran up the steps of the big, old-fashioned house she saw Madam at the window picking up some dropped stitches in her knitting. Madam saw her at the same moment, and the old face and the young face both alike kindled with love, as well as with happy anticipation of coveted intercourse.
"I am so glad to see you, darling Granny. I could not wait until to-morrow."
"And why should you, child? I have been watching for you all morning. I want to hear about the Denning dinner. I suppose you went?"
"Yes, we went; we had to. Dinners in strange houses are a common calamity; I can't expect to be spared what everyone has to endure."
"Don't be affected, Ethel. You like going out to dinner. Of course, you do! It is only natural, considering."
"I don't, Granny. I like dances and theaters and operas, but I don't like dinners. However, the Denning dinner was a grand exception. It gave me and the others a sensation."
"I expected that."
"It was beautifully ordered. Majordomo Parkinson saw to that. If he had arranged it for his late employer, the Duke of Richmond, it could not have been finer. There was not a break anywhere."
"How many were present?"
"Just a dozen."
"Mr. Denning and Bryce, of course. Who were the others?"
"Mr. Stanhope, of course. Granny, he wore his clerical dress. It made him look so remarkable."
"He did right. A clergyman ought to look different from other men. I do not believe Basil Stanhope, having assumed the dress of a servant of God, would put it off one hour for any social exigency. Why should he? It is a grander attire than any military or naval uniform, and no court dress is comparable, for it is the court dress of the King of kings."