"I must go. I was
bound to wait till I heard from Mr. Greystock, because it is my first duty
to obey him. But of course I can't stay here after what has passed. As
Nina says, it is simply going to prison when Lord Fawn comes here."
"Nina is an impertinent little chit," said Amelia.
"She is the dearest little friend in all the world," said Lucy, "and
always tells the exact truth. I do go to prison, and when he comes I feel
that I ought to go to prison. Of course I must go away. What does it
matter? Lady Linlithgow won't be exactly like you," and she put her little
hand upon Lady Fawn's fat arm caressingly, "and I sha'n't have you all to
spoil me; but I shall be simply waiting till he comes. Everything now must
be no more than waiting till he comes."
If it was to be that he would never come--this was very dreadful. Amelia
clearly thought that "he" would never come, and Lady Fawn was apt to think
her daughter wiser than herself. And if Mr. Greystock were such as Mrs.
Hittaway had described him to be--if there were to be no such coming as
that for which Lucy fondly waited--then there would be reason tenfold
strong why she should not leave Fawn Court and go to Lady Linlithgow.
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