Poor Lucy was left with the younger girls, and was no doubt very
unhappy. But she was still indignant and would yield nothing. When
Georgina, the fourth daughter, pointed out to her that, in accordance with
all rules of good breeding, she should have abstained from asserting that
her brother had spoken an untruth, she blazed up again. "It was untrue,"
she said.
"But, Lucy, people never accuse each other of untruth. No lady should use
such a word to a gentleman."
"He should not have said so. He knows that Mr. Greystock is more to me
than all the world."
"If I had a lover," said Nina, "and anybody were to say a word against
him, I know I'd fly at them. I don't know why Frederic is to have it all
his own way."
"Nina, you're a fool," said Diana.
"I do think it was very hard for Lucy to bear," said Lydia. "And I won't
bear it," exclaimed Lucy. "To think that Mr. Greystock should be so mean
as to bear malice about a thing like that wild Indian because he takes his
own cousin's part! Of course I'd better go away. You all think that Mr.
Greystock is an enemy now; but he never can be an enemy to me."
"We think that Lady Eustace is an enemy," said Cecilia, "and a very nasty
enemy, too.
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