“No, we have not heard anything of her,” replied Lucy. “Should we not send to inquire after her, aunt?”
“Certainly, my dear Lucy; I am glad you have reminded me; I always meant to send, only all this has put it out of my head.”
“Now, Frank, there's a splendid chance for you,” exclaimed Freddy; “nothing can be more correct than for you to call and make the proper inquiries in person; and then if old Stiff-back should happen not to be at home, and you can contrive to get let in, and the young lady be not actually a stone——”
“Indeed, Frederick, she is nothing of the kind,” interrupted Lucy warmly; “if you only knew her, you would be astonished to find what deep warm feelings are concealed beneath that calm manner of hers; but she has wonderful self-control. I could see last night how much she was grieved at being obliged to go away without having thanked Mr. Fairlegh for saving her.”
“Give her a chance to repair the error to-day, by all means, then,” said Freddy; “and if you should succeed in gaining an interview, and she really is anxious to do a little bit of the grateful, and old Vernor does not kick you downstairs, I shall begin to regret that I didn't extinguish her myself.”
“I really have a great mind to follow your advice,” returned I; “it is only proper to inquire after the young lady, and they need not let me in unless they like.”
“If you should see her, Mr. Lawlegh,” said Mrs. Coleman, “tell her from me how very much vexed I was about the candelabrum being thrown down and setting fire to her dress; it was made of the very best Dresden china, and must have cost (only it was a present, which made it all the more valuable, you know) fifteen or sixteen guineas; and I'm sure I wonder, now I come to think of it, why it did not flare up and burn her to death; but you were so quick and clever, and entirely spoilt that beautiful whittle of old Mrs. Trottles, with the greatest presence of mind; and I'm sure we ought all to be thankful to you for it; and we shall be delighted to see her when she has quite recovered it, tell her, particularly Lucy, who is nearest her own age, you know.”
“Let me see,” said Freddy, musing; “Mrs. Trottles must be seventy-two if she is a day; 'pon my word, Lucy, you're the youngest-looking woman of your age I ever met with; if I had not heard my mother say it myself, I'd never have believed it.”
“Believed what, Freddy? What have I said?” asked Mrs. Coleman.
“That Lucy was Mrs. Trottles' most intimate friend, because she was nearest her own age,” returned Freddy.