"
"I shall just wait, and never believe a word till he speaks it."
"You hardly know what men are, my dear."
"Very likely not, Lady Linlithgow. It may be that I shall have to pay dear
for learning. Of course I may be mistaken as well as another, only I don't
believe I am mistaken."
When this little scene took place, only a month remained of the time for
which Lucy's services were engaged to Lady Linlithgow, and no definite
arrangement had been made as to her future residence. Lady Fawn was
prepared to give her a home, and to Lady Fawn, as it seemed, she must go.
Lady Linlithgow had declared herself unwilling to continue the existing
arrangement because, as she said, it did not suit her that her companion
should be engaged to marry her late sister's nephew. Not a word had been
said about the deanery for the last month or two, and Lucy, though her
hopes in that direction had once been good, was far too high spirited to
make any suggestion herself as to her reception by her lover's family. In
the ordinary course of things she would have to look out for another
situation, like any other governess in want of a place; but she could do
this only by consulting Lady Fawn; and Lady Fawn when consulted would
always settle the whole matter by simply bidding her young friend to come
to Fawn Court.
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