Sixpences and shillings were things with which, in
his mind, it was grievous to have to burden the thoughts. The Greystocks
had all lived after that fashion. Even the dean himself was not free from
the charge of extravagance. All this Frank knew, and he did not hesitate
to tell himself that he must make a great change if he meant to marry Lucy
Morris. And he was wise enough to know that the change would become more
difficult every day that it was postponed. Hitherto the question had been
an open question with him. Could it now be an open question any longer? As
a man of honour, was he not bound to share his lot with Lucy Morris?
That evening--that Saturday evening--it so happened that he met John
Eustace at a club to which they both belonged, and they dined together.
They had long known each other, and had been thrown into closer intimacy
by the marriage between Sir Florian and Lizzie. John Eustace had never
been fond of Lizzie, and now, in truth, liked her less than ever; but he
did like Lizzie's cousin, and felt that possibly Frank might be of use to
him in the growing difficulty of managing the heir's property and looking
after the heir's interests.
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