"Well, Lizzie, good-by. I dare say I shall see you again
before you start."
"Of course you will," said Lizzie. And then the two lovers were left
together. They had met once, at Lady Glencora's ball, since the quarrel at
Fawn Court, and there, as though by mutual forbearance, had not alluded to
their troubles. Now he had come especially to speak of the matter that
concerned them both so deeply. As long as Frank Greystock was in the room
his work was comparatively easy, but he had known beforehand that he would
not find it all easy should he be left alone with her. Lizzie began. "My
lord," she said, "considering all that has passed between us you have been
a truant."
"Yes; I admit it--but----"
"With me, my lord, a fault admitted is a fault forgiven." Then she took
her old seat on the sofa, and he placed himself on the chair which Frank
Greystock had occupied. He had not intended to own a fault, and certainly
not to accept forgiveness; but she had been too quick for him; and now he
could not find words by which to express himself. "In truth," she
continued, "I would always rather remember one kindness than a dozen
omissions on the part of a friend.
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