Greystock," said Lucy, recovering herself with an effort. "I
had better go down to him. Will you tell him, Mary, that I'll be with him
almost immediately?"
"You ought to have put on the other frock, after all," said Nina,
whispering into her ear.
"He has not lost much time in coming to see you," said Lydia.
"I suppose it was all because he didn't like Lady Linlithgow," said
Cecilia. Lucy had not a word to say. She stood for a minute among them,
trying to think, and then she slowly left the room.
She would not condescend to alter her dress by the aid of a single pin,
nor by the adjustment of a ribbon. It might well be that, after the
mingled work and play of the morning, her hair should not be smooth; but
she was too proud to look at her hair. The man whom she had loved, who had
loved her but had neglected her, was in the house. He would surely not
have followed her thither did he not intend to make reparation for his
neglect. But she would use no art with him; nor would she make any
entreaty. It might be that, after all, he had the courage to come and tell
her, in a manly, straightforward way, that the thing must be all over,
that he had made a mistake, and would beg her pardon.
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