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A peerless beauty could not have passed unscathed through such a morning, but the havoc it had wrought in Aunt Lizzie's looks was nothing short of startling.
He had grown pale as she grew red. Their looks exchanged a rapid communication, in which neither Lizzie's reluctance to speak nor his hesitation in asking was of any avail. He put down the sixpence which he had in his hand upon the counter, and went out into the night in a dumb confusion of mind, as if he had received a blow. Here, breathing the same air, seeing the same sights, within reach!
"Thou never asked, and thou'rt too like thy father for me to tell without asking but it were all to be near Lizzie's old place that I settled down on this side o' Manchester; and the very day at after we came, I went to her old missus, and asked to speak a word wi' her.
She turned and regarded the girl with affectionate reproach. "What d'ye do it for?" she continued, puzzled. "Because I like it, Sarah Emily. I'd like to go on doing it all my life." Sarah Emily laughed. Of course this was only Lizzie's nonsense, and she didn't mean a word of it.
It did not sound American enough, for there were Lizzies or Lizas in Europe, too. Any "greenhorn" might bear such a name. So she called on Lizzie's principal and asked her to suggest some "nicer name" for her daughter "I want a real American one," she said The principal submitted half a dozen names beginning with "L," and the result was that Lizzie became Lucy
A moment later the gate opened slowly to admit a perambulator, propelled by the nurse and flanked by Juliet and Andora. Lizzie's eyes rested on the familiar group as if she hadnever seen it before, and she stood motionless, instead of flyingdown to meet the children. Suddenly there was a step on the stairs, and she heard Andora's agitated knock.
The wan eyes stared at her unrecognisingly for a moment, then, at the sight of her girlish beauty, old memories returned, and the tears began to rain. "Lizzie's gone! Lizzie's gone! I'll never see her again. All in a moment, and me so far away. My little Lizzie!... I canna bear it!..." "She never suffered, mother. She knew nothing about it. It's better for her than a long, painful illness.
I should have tried it long ago myself; only it seems a trifle too youthful for hair that is beginning to turn gray." Elizabeth watched her grandmother in wonder. Here truly was a new phase of woman. She did not care about great facts, but only about little things. Her life was made up of the great pursuit of fashion, just like Lizzie's. Were people in cities all alike?
The anger felt by many persons as to Lizzie's fraudulent obstinacy was intense. Mr. Camperdown thought that she ought to be dragged up to London by cart ropes. The attorneys engaged for the prosecution were almost beside themselves.
It was a fair and gentle face, but there was something in it that made Clifton think of stern old Mr Fleming sitting on the Sabbath-day among his neighbours in the church. "That must be sister Lizzie's wee Katie," said Clifton to himself.
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