On the second of October Lady
Fawn herself took Lucy up to Bruton Street, and Lady Linlithgow appeared.
"Miss Morris," said Lady Fawn, "thinks it right that you should be told
that she's engaged to be married."
"Who to?" demanded the Countess.
Lucy was as red as fire, although she had especially made up her mind that
she would not blush when the communication was made. "I don't know that
she wishes me to mention the gentleman's name, just at present; but I can
assure you that he is all that he ought to be."
"I hate mysteries," said the Countess.
"If Lady Linlithgow----" began Lucy.
"Oh, it's nothing to me," continued the old woman. "It won't come off for
six months, I suppose?" Lucy gave a mute assurance that there would be no
such difficulty as that. "And he can't come here, Miss Morris." To this
Lucy said nothing. Perhaps she might win over even the Countess, and if
not, she must bear her six months of prolonged exclusion from the light of
day. And so the matter was settled. Lucy was to be taken back to Richmond,
and to come again on the following Monday.
"I don't like this parting at all, Lucy," Lady Fawn said on her way home.
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