But what can he say to
her now that he is in with her, except just do the mischief all over
again? I call it quite wicked in that woman's interfering. I do, indeed!
She's a nasty, insolent, impertinent creature; that's what she is. After
all the trouble I've taken, she comes and undoes it all with one word."
"What can we do, Clara?"
"Well; I do believe that if Frederic could be made to act as he ought to
do, just for a while, she would marry her cousin, Mr. Greystock, and then
there would be an end of it altogether. I really think that she likes him
best, and from all that I can hear she would take him now, if Frederic
would only keep out of the way. As for him, of course he is doing his very
best to get her. He has not one shilling to rub against another, and is
over head and ears in debt."
"Poor Lucy!" ejaculated Lady Fawn.
"Well, yes; but really that is a matter of course. I always thought,
mamma, that you and Amelia were a little wrong to coax her up in that
belief."
"But, my dear, the man proposed for her in the plainest possible manner. I
saw his letter."
"No doubt; men do propose. We all know that.
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