Has Lord Fawn been here?"
She shook her head. "Or written?" Again she shook her head. As she did so
the long curl waved and was very near to him, for he was sitting close to
the sofa, and she had raised herself so that she might look into his face
and speak to him almost in a whisper. "Something should be settled,
Lizzie, before you leave town."
"I wrote to him yesterday, one line, and desired him to come. I expected
him here to-day, but you have come instead. Shall I say that I am
disappointed?"
"No doubt you are so."
"Oh, Frank, how vain you men are! You want me to swear to you that I would
sooner have you with me than him. You are not content with--thinking it,
unless I tell you that it is so. You know that it is so. Though he is to
be my husband--I suppose he will be my husband--his spirit is not
congenial to mine, as is yours."
"Had you not loved him you would not have accepted him."
"What was I to do, Frank? What am I to do? Think how desolate I am, how
unfriended, how much in want of some one whom I can call a protector! I
cannot have you always with me. You care more for the little finger of
that prim piece of propriety down at the old dowager's than you do for me
and all my sorrows.
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