"I rather think not," said Lucy, plucking up her spirits and smiling as
she spoke.
"Everybody says so. As for Lizzie, she has become quite a heroine. What
with her necklace, and her two robberies, and her hunting, and her various
lovers--two lords and a member of Parliament, my dear--there is nothing to
equal her. Lady Glencora Palliser has been calling on her. She took care
to let me know that. And I'm told that she certainly is engaged to her
cousin."
"According to your own showing, Lady Linlithgow, she has got two other
lovers. Couldn't you oblige me by letting her marry one of the lords?"
"I'm afraid, my dear, that Mr. Greystock is to be the chosen one." Then
after a pause the old woman became serious. "What is the use, Miss Morris,
of not looking the truth in the face? Mr. Greystock is neglecting you."
"He is not neglecting me. You won't let him come to see me."
"Certainly not; but if he were not neglecting you, you would not be here.
And there he is with Lizzie Eustace every day of his life. He can't afford
to marry you, and he can afford to marry her. It's a deal better that you
should look it all in the face and know what it must all come to.
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