To see him was a great joy.
But every hour of her life was a joy to her, knowing, as she did know,
that he loved her.
Lady Fawn was gracious, the girls were hospitable, and he found himself
made very welcome amidst all the women at the tea-table. Not a word was
said about Lizzie Eustace. Lady Fawn talked about Parliament, and
professed to pity a poor lover who was so bound to his country that he
could not see his mistress above once a fortnight. "But there'll be a good
time coming next month," she said; for it was now July. "Though the girls
can't make their claims felt, the grouse can."
"It isn't the House altogether that rules me with a rod of iron, Lady
Fawn," said Frank, "but the necessity of earning daily bread by the sweat
of my brow. A man who has to sit in court all day must take the night--or,
indeed, any time that he can get--to read up his cases."
"But the grouse put a stop to all work," said Lady Fawn. "My gardener told
me just now that he wanted a day or two in August. I don't doubt but that
he is going to the moors. Are you going to the moors, Mr. Greystock?"
As it happened, Frank Greystock did not quite know whether he was going to
the moors or not.
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