"
"He may come now, Lady Fawn?"
"Well, yes; I think so. I shall be glad just to say a word to him. Of
course you are in my hands, and I do love you so dearly, Lucy! I could not
bear that anything but good should happen to you."
"This is good," said Lucy.
"It won't be good, and Mr. Greystock won't think you good, if you don't
come and eat your breakfast." So Lucy was led back into the parlour, and
sipped her tea and crunched her toast, while Lydia came and stood over
her.
"Of course it is from him," whispered Lydia. Lucy again nodded her head
while she was crunching her toast.
The fact that Mr. Greystock had proposed in form to Lucy Morris was soon
known to all the family, and the news certainly did take away something
from the importance which would otherwise have been attached to Lizzie's
departure. There was not the same awe of the ceremony, the same dread of
some scene, which, but for Frank Greystock's letter, would have existed.
Of course Lord Fawn's future matrimonial prospects were to them all an
affair of more moment than those of Lucy; but Lord Fawn himself had gone,
and had already quarrelled with the lady before he went.
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