"There were such hundreds of things to do there," said Lucy. "After all, what a comfort it is to have things to do."
"Why did you come away?" said Lydia.
"Oh, I was obliged. You mustn't scold me now that you have come to see me."
There were a hundred things to be said about Fawn Court and the children, and a hundred more things about Lady Linlithgow and Bruton Street. Then, at last, Lady Fawn asked the one important question. "And now, my dear, what about Mr. Greystock?"
"Oh,—I don't know;—nothing particular, Lady Fawn. It's just as it was, and I am—quite satisfied."
"You see him sometimes?"
"No, never. I have not seen him since the last time he came down to Richmond. Lady Linlithgow doesn't allow—followers." There was a pleasant little spark of laughter in Lucy's eye as she said this, which would have told to any bystander the whole story of the affection which existed between her and Lady Fawn.
"That's very ill-natured," said Lydia.
"And he's a sort of cousin, too," said Lady Fawn.
"That's just the reason why," said Lucy, explaining. "Of course, Lady Linlithgow thinks that her sister's nephew can do better than marry her companion. It's a matter of course she should think so. What I am most afraid of is that the dean and Mrs. Greystock should think so too."