Though Greystock
was so often away at the castle, Herriot did not find the time hang
heavily on his hands, and was sorry when his fortnight was over. "I think
I shall stay a couple of days longer," Frank said, when Herriot spoke of
their return. "The truth is, I must see Lizzie again. She is bothered by
business, and I have to see her about a letter that came this morning. You
needn't pull such a long face. There's nothing of the kind you're thinking
of."
"I thought so much of what you once said to me about another girl that I
hope she at any rate may never be in trouble."
"I hope she never may, on my account," said Frank. "And what troubles she
may have, as life will be troublesome, I trust that I may share and
lessen."
On that evening Herriot went, and on the next morning Frank Greystock
again rode over to Portray Castle; but when he was alone after Herriot's
departure he wrote a letter to Lucy Morris. He had expressed a hope that
he might never be a cause of trouble to Lucy Morris, and he knew that his
silence would trouble her. There could be no human being less inclined to
be suspicious than Lucy Morris. Of that Frank was sure.
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