Lizzie's expression of joy at seeing
her cousin was almost as great as though he had been in fact a brother.
She ran up to him and grasped his hand, and hung on his arm, and looked up
into his face, and then burst into tears. But the tears were not violent
tears. There were just three sobs, and two bright eyes full of water, and
a lace handkerchief, and then a smile. "Oh, Frank," she said, "it does
make one think so of old times." Augusta had by this time been almost
persuaded to believe in her--though the belief by no means made the poor
young woman happy. Frank thought that his cousin looked very well, and
said something as to Lord Fawn being "the happiest fellow going." "I hope
I shall make him happy," said Lizzie, clasping her hands together.
Lucy meanwhile was standing in the circle with the others. It never
occurred to her that it was her duty to run away from the man she loved.
She had shaken hands with him, and felt something of affection in his
pressure. She did not believe that his visit was made entirely to his
cousin, and had no idea at the moment of disobeying Lady Fawn. During the
last few days she had been thrown very much with her old friend Lizzie,
and had been treated by the future peeress with many signs of almost
sisterly affection.
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