"As my brother," she said, stretching
back her head and looking up into his face.
"Yes; as your brother."
They were sitting, or rather acting their little play together, in the
back drawing-room, and the ordinary entrance to the two rooms was from the
landing-place into the larger apartment; of which fact Lizzie was probably
aware, when she permitted herself to fall into a position as to which a
moment or two might be wanted for recovery. When, therefore, the servant
in livery opened the door, which he did as Frank thought somewhat
suddenly, she was able to be standing on her legs before she was caught.
The quickness with which she sprung from her position, and the facility
with which she composed not her face only, but the loose lock of her hair
and all her person, for the reception of the coming visitor, was quite
marvellous. About her there was none of the look of having been found out,
which is so very disagreeable to the wearer of it; whereas Frank, when
Lord Fawn was announced, was aware that his manner was awkward, and his
general appearance flurried. Lizzie was no more flurried than if she had
stepped that moment from out of the hands of her tirewoman.
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