But it is so hard
to bring one's general principles to bear on one's own conduct or in one's
own family; and then the Greystocks were so peculiar a people! When her
son told her that he must go down to Scotland again very shortly, she
reconciled herself to his loss. Had he left Bobsborough for the sake of
being near Lucy at Richmond, she would have felt it very keenly.
Days passed by, and nothing was said about poor Lucy. Mrs. Greystock had
made up her mind that she would say nothing on the subject. Lucy had
behaved badly in allowing herself to be loved by a man who ought to have
loved money, and Mrs. Greystock had resolved that she would show her
feelings by silence. The dean had formed no fixed determination, but he
had thought that it might be, perhaps, as well to drop the subject. Frank
himself was unhappy about it; but from morning to evening, and from day to
day, he allowed it to pass by without a word. He knew that it should not
be so, that silence was in truth treachery to Lucy; but he was silent.
What had he meant when, as he left Lizzie Eustace among the rocks at
Portray, in that last moment, he had assured her that he would be true to
her? And what had been Lizzie's meaning? He was more sure of Lizzie's
meaning than he was of his own.
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