"Of course you'll come down, just as if nothing had happened,"
said Lydia.
"We'll see," said Lucy.
"Mamma will be very angry, if you don't," said Lydia.
But Lucy had a little plot in her head, and her appearance at the dinner-
table on that Sunday must depend on the manner in which her plot was
executed. After church, Lord Fawn would always hang about the grounds for
a while before going into the house; and on this morning Lucy also
remained outside. She soon found her opportunity, and walked straight up
to him, following him on the path. "Lord Fawn," she said, "I have come to
beg your pardon."
He had turned round hearing footsteps behind him, but still was startled
and unready. "It does not matter at all," he said.
"It matters to me, because I behaved badly."
"What I said about Mr. Greystock wasn't intended to be said to you, you
know."
"Even if it was, it would make no matter. I don't mean to think of that
now. I beg your pardon because I said what I ought not to have said."
"You see, Miss Morris, that as the head of this family----"
"If I had said it to Juniper, I would have begged his pardon." Now Juniper
was the gardener, and Lord Fawn did not quite like the way in which the
thing was put to him.
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