"
"They haven't asked you to go to Bobsborough?"
Lucy would have given the world not to blush as she answered, but she did
blush. "Nothing is fixed, Lady Fawn."
"Something should be fixed, Lucy. It should be settled by this time,
shouldn't it, dear? What will you do without a home, if at the end of the
six months Lady Linlithgow should say that she doesn't want you any more?"
Lucy certainly did not look forward to a condition in which Lady
Linlithgow should be the arbitress of her destiny. The idea of staying
with the countess was almost as bad to her as that of finding herself
altogether homeless. She was still blushing, feeling herself to be hot and
embarrassed. But Lady Fawn sat waiting for an answer. To Lucy there was
only one answer possible. "I will ask Mr. Greystock what I am to do." Lady
Fawn shook her head. "You don't believe in Mr. Greystock, Lady Fawn; but I
do."
"My darling girl," said her ladyship, making the special speech for the
sake of making which she had travelled up from Richmond, "it is not
exactly a question of belief, but one of common prudence. No girl should
allow herself to depend on a man before she is married to him.
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