Lucy no doubt had a lover, an authorised lover;
but perhaps that fact could not be taken as more than a balancing weight
against the inferiority of her position as a governess. Lady Fawn was of
course obliged to take her son's part and would scold Lucy. Lucy must be
scolded very seriously. But it would be a thing so desirable if Lucy could
be induced to accept her scolding and have done with it, and not to make
matters worse by talking of going away! "You don't mean that she came out
into the shrubbery, having made up her mind to be rude to you?" said Lady
Fawn to her son.
"No; I do not think that. But her temper is so ungovernable, and she has,
if I may say so, been so spoiled among you here--I mean by the girls, of
course--that she does not know how to restrain herself."
"She is as good as gold, you know, Frederic." He shrugged his shoulders
and declared that he had not a word more to say about it. He could of
course remain in London till it should suit Mr. Greystock to take his
bride. "You'll break my heart if you say that," exclaimed the unhappy
mother. "Of course she shall leave the house if you wish it."
"I wish nothing," said Lord Fawn.
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