"And dame Greystock, from Bobsborough, has sent you here to keep you out of her son's way. I see it all. And that old frump at Richmond has passed you over to me because she did not choose to have such goings on under her own eye."
"There have been no goings on," said Lucy.
"And he's to come here, I suppose, when my back's turned?"
"He is not thinking of coming here. I don't know what you mean. Nobody has done anything wrong to you. I don't know why you say such cruel things."
"He can't afford to marry you, you know."
"I don't know anything about it. Perhaps we must wait ever so long;—five years. That's nobody's business but my own."
"I found it all out;—didn't I?"
"Yes;—you found it out."
"I'm thinking of that sly old dame Greystock at Bobsborough,—sending you here!" Neither on that nor on the two following days did Lady Linlithgow say a word further to Lucy about her engagement.