I
suppose it's all Amelia's doing."
"Nobody wants me to go, only I feel that I ought. Mr. Greystock thinks it
best."
"I suppose he's going to quarrel with us all."
"No, dear. I don't think he wants to quarrel with any one; but above all
he must not quarrel with me. Lord Fawn has quarrelled with him, and that's
a misfortune--just for the present."
"And where are you going?"
"Nothing has been settled yet; but we are talking of Lady Linlithgow--if
she will take me."
"Lady Linlithgow! Oh dear!"
"Won't it do?"
"They say she's the most dreadful old woman in London. Lady Eustace told
such stories about her."
"Do you know, I think I shall rather like it."
But things were very different with Lucy the next morning. That discussion
in Lady Fawn's room was protracted till midnight, and then it was decided
that just a word should be said to Lucy, so that, if possible, she might
be induced to remain at Fawn Court. Lady Fawn was to say the word, and on
the following morning she was closeted with Lucy.
"My dear," she began, "we all want you to do us a particular favour." As
she said this, she held Lucy by the hand, and no one looking at them would
have thought that Lucy was a governess and that Lady Fawn was her
employer.
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