And then she could not but
remember that the gentleman in question was Lord Fawn, and that she was
Lady Fawn's governess. But Mr. Greystock was her affianced lover, and her
first duty was to him. And then, granting that she herself had been wrong
in accusing Lord Fawn of untruth, she could not refrain from asking
herself whether he had not been much more wrong in saying in her hearing
that Mr. Greystock was not a gentleman? And his offence had preceded her
offence, and had caused it! She hardly knew whether she did or did not owe
an apology to Lord Fawn, but she was quite sure that Lord Fawn owed an
apology to her.
She walked straight up to Lord Fawn, and met him beneath the trees. He was
still black and solemn, and was evidently brooding over his grievance; but
he bowed to her, and stood still as she approached him. "My lord," said
she, "I am very sorry for what happened last night."
"And so was I, very sorry, Miss Morris."
"I think you know that I am engaged to marry Mr. Greystock?"
"I cannot allow that that has anything to do with it."
"When you think that he must be dearer to me than all the world, you will
acknowledge that I couldn't hear hard things said of him without
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