"Dear Lady Fawn, indeed it is better that I should go."
"Stay just one month."
"I couldn't do that, because then this chance of a home would be gone. Of
course we can't wait a month before we let Mrs. Greystock know."
"We must write to her, of course."
"And then, you see, Mr. Greystock wishes it." Lady Fawn knew that Lucy
could be very firm, and had hardly hoped that anything could be done by
simple persuasion. They had long been accustomed among themselves to call
her obstinate, and knew that even in her acts of obedience she had a way
of obeying after her own fashion. It was as well, therefore, that the
thing to be said should be said at once.
"My dear Lucy, has it ever occurred to you that there may be a slip
between the cup and the lip?"
"What do you mean, Lady Fawn?"
"That sometimes engagements take place which never become more than
engagements. Look at Lord Fawn and Lady Eustace."
"Mr. Greystock and I are not like that," said Lucy, proudly.
"Such things are very dreadful, Lucy, but they do happen."
"Do you mean anything--anything real, Lady Fawn?"
"I have so strong a reliance on your good sense, that I will tell you just
what I do mean.
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