"It is better so, Lady Fawn."
"I hate people going away; but, somehow, you don't feel it as we do."
"You wouldn't say that if you really knew what I do feel."
"There was no reason why you should go. Frederic was getting not to care
for it at all. What's Nina to do now? I can't get another governess after
you. I hate all these sudden breaks up. And all for such a trumpery thing.
If Frederic hasn't forgotten all about it, he ought."
"It hasn't come altogether from him, Lady Fawn."
"How has it come, then?"
"I suppose it is because of Mr. Greystock. I suppose when a girl has
engaged herself to marry a man, she must think more of him than of
anything else."
"Why couldn't you think of him at Fawn Court?"
"Because--because things have been unfortunate. He isn't your friend, not
as yet. Can't you understand, Lady Fawn, that, dear as you all must be to
me, I must live in his friendships, and take his part when there is a
part?"
"Then I suppose that you mean to hate all of us." Lucy could only cry at
hearing this; whereupon Lady Fawn also burst into tears.
On the Sunday before Lucy took her departure, Lord Fawn was again at
Richmond.
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