In the midst of such
circumstances nothing could be better than that Frank and Lucy should be
thrown together. Lizzie regarded all this as romance. Poor Lady Fawn, had
she known it all, would have called it diabolical wickedness and inhuman
cruelty.
"Well, Lucy, what do you think of it?" Frank Greystock said to her.
"Think of what, Mr. Greystock?"
"You know what I mean--this marriage?"
"How should I be able to think? I have never seen them together. I suppose
Lord Fawn isn't very rich. She is rich. And then she is very beautiful.
Don't you think her very beautiful?"
"Sometimes exquisitely lovely."
"Everybody says so, and I am sure it is the fact. Do you know--but perhaps
you'll think I am envious."
"If I thought you envious of Lizzie, I should have to think you very
foolish at the same time."
"I don't know what that means"--she did know well enough what it meant--
"but sometimes to me she is almost frightful to look at."
"In what way?"
"Oh, I can't tell you. She looks like a beautiful animal that you are
afraid to caress for fear it should bite you--an animal that would be
beautiful if its eyes were not so restless and its teeth so sharp and so
white.
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