She could be generally "sat
upon," as Nina would call it. But as for quarrelling with her, making a
real enemy of one whom they all loved, one whom Lady Fawn knew to be "as
good as gold," one who had become so dear to the old lady that actual
extrusion from their family affections would be like the cutting off of a
limb, that was simply impossible. "I suppose I had better go and see her,"
said Lady Fawn, "and I have got such a headache!"
"Do not see her on my account," said Lord Fawn. The duty, however, was
obligatory, and Lady Fawn with slow steps sought Lucy in the schoolroom.
"Lucy," she said, seating herself, "what is to be the end of all this?"
Lucy came up to her and knelt at her feet. "If you knew how unhappy I am
because I have vexed you."
"I am unhappy, my dear, because I think you have been betrayed by warm
temper into misbehaviour."
"I know I have."
"Then why do you not control your temper?"
"If anybody were to come to you, Lady Fawn, and make horrible accusations
against Lord Fawn or against Augusta, would not you be angry? Would you be
able to stand it?"
Lady Fawn was not clear-headed; she was not clever; nor was she even
always rational.
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