"
"It hasn't been bad at all, only that there's nothing particular to do.
But I must go. I shall get another place as a governess somewhere, and
that will suit me best."
"Because of the money, you mean."
"Well--that in part."
"I mean to pay you something," said the countess, opening her pocket-book,
and fumbling for two banknotes which she had deposited there.
"Oh, dear, no. I haven't earned anything."
"I always gave Macnulty something, and she was not near so nice as you."
And then the countess produced two ten-pound notes. But Lucy would have
none of her money, and when she was pressed, became proud and almost
indignant in her denial. She had earned nothing, and she would take
nothing; and it was in vain that the old lady spread the clean bits of
paper before her. "And so you'll go and be a governess again; will you?"
"When I can get a place."
"I'll tell you what, my dear. If I were Frank Greystock, I'd stick to my
bargain." Lucy at once fell a-crying, but she smiled upon the old woman
through her tears. "Of course he's going to marry that little limb of the
devil."
"Oh, Lady Linlithgow, if you can, prevent that!"
"How am I to prevent it, my dear? I've nothing to say to either of them.
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