Greystock. It is not only about Lord Fawn, but
because of the whole thing. I am always wanting to say something good
about Mr. Greystock, and you are always thinking something bad about him.
You have been to me, oh, the very best friend that a girl ever had. Why
you should have treated me so generously I never could know."
"Because we have loved you."
"But when a girl has got a man whom she loves, and has promised to marry,
he must be her best friend of all. Is it not so, Lady Fawn?" The old woman
stooped down and kissed the girl who had got the man. "It is not
ingratitude to you that makes me think most of him; is it?"
"Certainly not, dear."
"Then I had better go away."
"But where will you go, Lucy?"
"I will consult Mr. Greystock."
"But what can he do, Lucy? It will only be a trouble to him. He can't find
a home for you."
"Perhaps they would have me at the deanery," said Lucy slowly. She had
evidently been thinking much of it all. "And, Lady Fawn, I will not go
down-stairs while Lord Fawn is here; and when he comes, if he does come
again while I am here, he shall not be troubled by seeing me. He may be
sure of that.
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