CHAPTER XVIII
AND I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE
It was now the end of June, and Frank Greystock had been as yet but once
at Fawn Court since he had written to Lucy Morris asking her to be his
wife. That was three weeks since, and as the barrier against him at Fawn
Court had been removed by Lady Fawn herself, the Fawn girls thought that
as a lover he was very slack; but Lucy was not in the least annoyed. Lucy
knew that it was all right; for Frank, as he took his last walk round the
shrubbery with her during that visit, had given her to understand that
there was a little difference between him and Lady Fawn in regard to
Lizzie Eustace. "I am her only relative in London," Frank had said.
"Lady Linlithgow," suggested Lucy.
"They have quarrelled, and the old woman is as bitter as gall. There is no
one else to stand up for her, and I must see that she isn't ill-used.
Women do hate each other so virulently, and Lady Fawn hates her future
daughter-in-law." Lucy did not in the least grudge her lover's assistance
to his cousin. There was nothing of jealousy in her feeling. She thought
that Lizzie was unworthy of Frank's goodness, but on such an occasion as
this she would not say so.
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