"I really could not tell him about her sitting and--and kissing the man.
Could I, my dear?"
"I couldn't," said Amelia; "but Clara would."
"And to tell the truth," continued Lady Fawn, "I shouldn't care a bit
about it if it was not for poor Lucy. What will become of her if that man
is untrue to her?"
"Nothing on earth would make her believe it, unless it came from himself,"
said Amelia, who really did know something of Lucy's character. "Till he
tells her, or till she knows that he's married, she'll never believe it."
Then, after a few days, there came those other letters from Bobsborough,
one from the dean's wife and the other from Frank. The matter there
proposed it was necessary that they should discuss with Lucy, as the
suggestion had reached Lucy as well as themselves. She at once came to
Lady Fawn with her lover's letter, and with a gentle merry laughing face
declared that the thing would do very well. "I am sure I should get on
with her, and I should know that it wouldn't be for long," said Lucy.
"The truth is, we don't want you to go at all," said Lady Fawn.
"Oh, but I must," said Lucy in her sharp, decided tone.
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