But Lady Eustace, with her pretty little pair of gray
ponies, would sometimes drive down to Richmond to see her "dear little old
friend" Lucy, and her visits were allowed. Lady Fawn had expressed an
opinion among her daughters that she did not see any harm in Lady Eustace.
She thought that she rather liked Lady Eustace. But then Lady Fawn hated
Lady Linlithgow as only two old women can hate each other; and she had not
heard the story of the diamond necklace.
Lucy Morris certainly was a treasure--a treasure though no heroine. She
was a sweetly social, genial little human being whose presence in the
house was ever felt to be like sunshine. She was never forward, but never
bashful. She was always open to familiar intercourse without ever putting
herself forward. There was no man or woman with whom she would not so talk
as to make the man or woman feel that the conversation was remarkably
pleasant, and she could do the same with any child. She was an active,
mindful, bright, energetic little thing to whom no work ever came amiss.
She had catalogued the library, which had been collected by the late Lord
Fawn with peculiar reference to the Christian theology of the third and
fourth centuries.
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