"Yes; but what he did, he did before that," said Frank.
"But are they not good and kind?" she said, pleading for her friends. "Was
ever anybody so well treated as they have treated me? I'll tell you what,
sir, you mustn't quarrel with Lord Fawn any more. I won't allow it." Then
she walked back from the station alone, almost bewildered by her own
happiness.
That evening something like an explanation was demanded by Lady Fawn, but
no explanation was forthcoming. When questions were asked about his
silence, Lucy, half in joke and half in earnest, fired up and declared
that everything had been as natural as possible. He could not have come to
Lady Linlithgow's house. Lady Linlithgow would not receive him. No doubt
she had been impatient, but then that had been her fault. Had he not come
to her the very first day after her return to Richmond? When Augusta said
something as to letters which might have been written, Lucy snubbed her.
"Who says he didn't write. He did write. If I am contented, why should you
complain?"
"Oh, I don't complain," said Augusta.
Then questions were asked as to the future; questions to which Lady Fawn
had a right to demand an answer.
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