"
"Heighty-tighty," said the countess. "I suppose, then, there's to be a
match between Lady Satan and her cousin Frank?"
"They can do as they like about that," said Lucy, walking out of the room.
Then came the paragraph in the fashionable evening newspaper; after that,
the report of the examination before the magistrate; and then certain
information that Lady Eustace was about to proceed to Scotland together
with her cousin, Mr. Greystock, the Member for Bobsborough. "It is a large
income," said the countess, "but, upon my word, she's dear at the money."
Lucy did not speak, but she bit her lip till the blood ran into her mouth.
She was going down to Fawn Court almost immediately, to stay there with
her old friends till she should be able to find some permanent home for
herself. Once, and once only, would she endure discussion, and then the
matter should be banished forever from her tongue.
Early on the appointed morning Frank Greystock, with a couple of cabs, was
at Mrs. Carbuncle's door in Hertford Street. Lizzie had agreed to start by
a very early train--at eight A. M.--so that she might get through to
Portray in one day.
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