"
"There is a difference; but, still, we hardly judge of people sufficiently
by our own feelings. As she accepted him, you may be sure that she wishes
to marry him. She has more to give than he has."
"And I have nothing to give," she said.
"If I thought so, I'd go back even now," he answered. "It is because you
have so much to give--so much more than most others--that I have thought
of you, dreamed of you as my wife, almost ever since I first knew you."
"I have nothing left to give," she said. "What I ever had is all given.
People call it the heart. I think it is heart, and brain, and mind, and
body, and almost soul. But, Frank, though Lizzie Eustace is your cousin, I
don't want to be likened to her. She is very clever, and beautiful, and
has a way with her that I know is charming--"
"But what, Lucy?"
"I don't think she cares so much as some people. I dare say she likes Lord
Fawn very well, but I do not believe she loves him as I love you."
"They're engaged," said Frank, "and the best thing they can do is to marry
each other. I can tell you this at any rate,"--and his manner again became
serious--"if Lord Fawn behaves ill to her, I, as her cousin, shall take
her part.
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