"But I must not keep him waiting, must I? I fear my future lord is
somewhat impatient." Now, if among Lord Fawn's merits one merit was more
conspicuous than another, it was that of patience. When Lizzie descended,
he was waiting for her in the hall without a thought that he was being
kept too long. "Now, Frederic! I should have been with you two whole
minutes since, if I had not had just a word to say to Augusta. I do so
love Augusta."
"She is a very good girl," said Lord Fawn.
"So true and genuine, and so full of spirit. I will come on the other side
because of my parasol and the sun. There, that will do. We have an hour
nearly before going to church; haven't we? I suppose you will go to
church."
"I intend it," said Lord Fawn.
"It is so nice to go to church," said Lizzie. Since her widowhood had
commenced she had compromised matters with the world. One Sunday she would
go to church and the next she would have a headache and a French novel and
stay in bed. But she was prepared for stricter conduct during at least the
first months of her newly-married life.
"My dear Lizzie," began Lord Fawn, "since I last saw you I have been twice
with Mr.
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