All this Lucy said to
herself over and over again, and yet she knew that Lady Fawn had treated
her well. The old woman had kissed her, and purred over her, and praised
her, and had really loved her. As a matter of course, Lucy was not
entitled to have a lover. Lucy knew that well enough. As she walked alone
among the shrubs she made arguments in defence of Lady Fawn as against
herself. And yet at every other minute she would blaze up into a grand
wrath, and picture to herself a scene in which she would tell Lady Fawn
boldly that as her lover had been banished from Fawn Court, she, Lucy,
would remain there no longer. There were but two objections to this
course. The first was that Frank Greystock was not her lover; and the
second, that on leaving Fawn Court she would not know whither to betake
herself. It was understood by everybody that she was never to leave Fawn
Court till an unexceptionable home should be found for her, either with
the Hittaways or elsewhere. Lady Fawn would no more allow her to go away,
depending for her future on the mere chance of some promiscuous
engagement, than she would have turned one of her own daughters out of the
house in the same forlorn condition.
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