Would Lizzie play croquet? No; Lizzie would not play croquet.
She thought it probable that she might catch her lover and force him to
walk with her through the shrubberies; but Lord Fawn was not seen upon the
lawn that evening, and Lizzie was forced to content herself with Augusta
as a companion. In the course of the evening, however, her lover did say a
word to her in private. "Give me ten minutes to-morrow between breakfast
and church, Lizzie." Lizzie promised that she would do so, smiling
sweetly. Then there was a little music, and then Lord Fawn retired to his
studies.
"What is he going to say to me?" Lizzie asked Augusta the next morning.
There existed in her bosom a sort of craving after confidential
friendship, but with it there existed something that was altogether
incompatible with confidence. She thoroughly despised Augusta Fawn, and
yet would have been willing--in want of a better friend--to press Augusta
to her bosom and swear that there should ever be between them the
tenderest friendship. She desired to be the possessor of the outward shows
of all those things of which the inward facts are valued by the good and
steadfast ones of the earth.
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