It was quite an
understood thing in the family that Lord Fawn must marry money.
Lucy Morris was indeed a treasure. No brighter face ever looked into
another to seek sympathy there, either in mirth or woe. There was a gleam
in her eyes that was almost magnetic, so sure was she to obtain by it that
community of interest which she desired, though it were but for a moment.
Lord Fawn was pompous, slow, dull, and careful; but even he had given way
to it at once. Lady Fawn, too, was very careful, but she had owned to
herself long since that she could not bear to look forward to any
permanent severance. Of course Lucy would be made over to the Hittaways,
whose mother lived in Warwick Square, and whose father was Chairman of the
Board of Civil Appeals. The Hittaways were the only grandchildren with
whom Lady Fawn had as yet been blessed, and of course Lucy must go the
Hittaways.
She was but a little thing; and it cannot be said of her, as of Lady
Eustace, that she was a beauty. The charm of her face consisted in the
peculiar, watery brightness of her eyes, in the corners of which it would
always seem that a diamond of a tear was lurking whenever any matter of
excitement was afoot.
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