If I were you I wouldn't go
near her. You have got out of the scrape, and I would remain out."
"But I haven't got out," said Lord Fawn.
On the next day, Saturday, he did nothing in the matter. He went down, as
was his custom, to Richmond, and did not once mention Lizzie's name. Lady
Fawn and her daughters never spoke of her now--neither of her, nor in his
presence, of poor Lucy Morris. But on his return to London on the Sunday
evening he found another note from Lizzie. "You will hardly have the
hardihood to leave my note unanswered. Pray let me know when you will come
to me." Some answer must, as he felt, be made to her. For a moment he
thought of asking his mother to call; but he at once saw that by doing so
he might lay himself open to terrible ridicule. Could he induce Lord Mount
Thistle to be his Mercury? It would, he felt, be quite impossible to make
Lord Mount Thistle understand all the facts of his position. His sister,
Mrs. Hittaway, might have gone, were it not that she herself was violently
opposed to any visit. The more he thought of it the more convinced he
became that, should it be known that he had received two such notes from a
lady and that he had not answered or noticed them, the world would judge
him to have behaved badly.
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