"My sister's nephew, the dean's son, is one of the best of
the rising ones, I'm told." Lucy blushed up to her hair, but the dowager's
back was turned, and she did not see the blushes. "But he's in Parliament,
and they tell me he spends his money faster than he makes it. I suppose
you know him?"
"Yes; I knew him at Bobsborough."
"It's my belief that after all this fuss about Lord Fawn, he'll marry his
cousin, Lizzie Eustace. If he's a lawyer, and as sharp as they say, I
suppose he could manage her. I wish he would."
"And she so bad as you say she is!"
"She'll be sure to get somebody, and why shouldn't he have her money as
well as another? There never was a Greystock who didn't want money. That's
what it will come to; you'll see."
"Never," said Lucy decidedly.
"And why not?"
"What I mean is that Mr. Greystock is, at least I should think so from
what I hear, the very last man in the world to marry for money."
"What do you know of what a man would do?"
"It would be a very mean thing; particularly if he does not love her."
"Bother!" said the Countess. "They were very near it in town last year
before Lord Fawn came up at all.
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