Then,
at last, Lady Fawn asked the one important question. "And now, my dear,
what about Mr. Greystock?"
"Oh, I don't know; nothing particular, Lady Fawn. It's just as it was, and
I am--quite satisfied."
"You see him sometimes?"
"No, never. I have not seen him since the last time he came down to
Richmond. Lady Linlithgow doesn't allow--followers." There was a pleasant
little spark of laughter in Lucy's eye as she said this, which would have
told to any bystander the whole story of the affection which existed
between her and Lady Fawn.
"That's very ill-natured," said Lydia.
"And he's a sort of a cousin, too," said Lady Fawn.
"That's just the reason why," said Lucy, explaining. "Of course Lady
Linlithgow thinks that her sister's nephew can do better than marry her
companion. It's a matter of course she should think so. What I am most
afraid of is that the dean and Mrs. Greystock should think so too."
No doubt the dean and Mrs. Greystock would think so. Lady Fawn was very
sure of that. Lady Fawn was one of the best women breathing, unselfish,
motherly, affectionate, appreciative, and never happy unless she was doing
good to somebody.
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