Volume Three—Chapter Three.
A Discovery.
“Lucy, I have something very particular to say to you,” said Mrs Alleyne one morning directly after breakfast, over which she had sat very stern and cold of mien.
“Mamma!” exclaimed Lucy, flushing.
“I desire that you be perfectly frank with me. I insist upon knowing everything at once.”
Lucy’s pretty face fired up a deeper crimson for a few moments under this examination. Then she grew pale as she rose from her seat and stood confronting her mother.
“I do not think I quite understand you, mamma,” she faltered.
“Lucy!”