Lady Fawn had
understood the frock well. "Here is the dear little old woman just the
same as ever," Lydia had said, embracing her.
"She looks as if she'd gone to bed before the winter, and had a long
sleep, like a dormouse," said Cecilia. Lucy had liked it all, and
thoroughly appreciated the loving-kindness; but she had known what it all
meant. She had left them as the engaged bride of Mr. Greystock, the member
for Bobsborough; and now she had come back as Lucy Morris, the governess,
again.
"Just the same as ever," Lucy had said, with the sweetest smile. They all
understood that in so saying she renounced her lover.
And now there stood the maid, inside the room, who, having announced that
there was a gentleman asking for Miss Morris, was waiting for an answer.
Was the follower to be sent about his business, with a flea in his ear,
having come, slyly, craftily, and wickedly, in Lady Fawn's absence; or
would Miss Morris brazen it out, and go and see him?
"Who is the gentleman?" asked Diana, who was the eldest of the Fawn girls
present.
"It's he as used to come after Miss Morris before," said the maid.
"It is Mr.
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