" "Is his happiness in my hands? Oh, then he
shall be happy." "Of course I will tell Lady Fawn at once--instantly. Dear
Lady Fawn! But yet she has been so wrong. I suppose she will let him come
here. But what does it matter, now that I know it? "Yours ever and always,
if you will have me. F. G." Traitor, traitor, traitor!" Then she got up
and walked about the room, not knowing what she did, holding the letter
now between her hands, and then pressing it to her lips.
She was still walking about the room when there came a low tap at the
door, and Lady Fawn entered. "There is nothing the matter, Lucy?" Lucy
stood stock still, with her treasure still clasped, smiling, almost
laughing, while the tears ran down her cheeks. "Won't you eat your
breakfast, my dear?" said Lady Fawn.
"Oh, Lady Fawn! Oh, Lady Fawn!" said Lucy, rushing into her friend's arms.
"What is it, Lucy? I think our little wise one has lost her wits."
"Oh, Lady Fawn, he has asked me!"
"Is it Mr. Greystock?"
"Yes; Mr. Greystock. He has asked me. He has asked me to be his wife. I
thought he loved me. I hoped he did at least. Oh dear, I did so hope it.
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